in her mind she is twisted, conflicted , malicious but don't call her crazy
that would be lazy
so don't be quaint when you should be queer
never disrespect the quinn when her king is near
she can be crazy, but he's diabolical deranged
some might say strange
but they can not be apart
she must always stay in range
connected by insanity
there bliss is in each other's heartlessness
two halves make a whole
but add a fourth and the whole thing implodes
there spirits remain. alive because the other exist
Harlots dine with jesters in this unholy abyss
they smile over others wrenching in pain they dance to the melody of their screams under acid rain
you rid the world of worry
when you put the sake of the planet in the hands of the absolutely insane....
he adores her admiration
she indulges on his endless obsession
she needed him and it was then that she went from a pretty face to a full-blown obsession
he can not rest until she is safe in his possession




© Christopher j. Jarman