curvy_lola

Just sort of riffing. It's cold outside and Halloween is coming, so...

Once upon a weekday dreary, as I typed on weak and weary
Bout many ill gotten dates from times before
A voice rose up from whence was napping and at my subconscious gently tapping
And there it stayed, commenced its rapping, rapping at my conscience door.
Tis a nuisance I muttered, "tapping at my conscience door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was back before November
A year since I had thrown my last love upon the floor
I look back in pain and sorrow, wishing not to see the morrow
Recapture lust or lest I borrow, borrow passion from days of yore
Crazy, heady feel of wonder lost to me forevermore
Feels as such anymore

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each lonely outfit
Chilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before ,
So that then, I heard it echo in my mind, it kept repeating
Be alone forever or turn into a whore
Be alone forever or turn into a whore
These options two and nothing more