Kissed by Eterna (Feb 1999) the sirens have been silenced but the lights are still flashing blinking.. - in her childhood, she was the one with the mark of cain upon her brow rubbing death upon her flesh the lights she saw were brilliant like gazing into the sun without going blind but normal always justifies different as he became the regular man - just as she practiced post mortem 101 and he dabbled on the opposite side they met together under the banner of coffee, coffee, hooray for coffee! together they could be called yin and yang - in her funeral parlor heaven she would linger beneath the angelic light as the cold metal touched her skin and, coincidentally, her skin touched the skin of the cadavers as she impaled herself upon their flaccidity and the feeling was so warm but it was so cold, in fact - schizophrenic ecstasy and imagination? that's what he figured on in his calculating mind, so practical and she was so mystical so she gave his penis a test drive - would she like emotion and feeling life and movement, instead of fake partnership? but perhaps he was blind, and maybe, maybe he couldn't see - his frenzied attempts at the experience so solemn and self defeating but no part would she have in his game as they played out the puzzle of carpe diem and carpe noctem - "i love you", he told her with clothes thrown on, and feet hitting the ground running.. she reaches his door - under the hangman's noose, always worry about the trapdoor.. or the stool "i love you", she pleads to him but she doesn't and his love entertwines with the knotted rope as he falls.. now the hands that roamed her body and the feet which walked upon her cherished ground are all wrapped in plastic but just as surely as his love was intense his star still shines brightest - the sirens have been silenced but the lights are still flashing blinking.. -