Dance of the Dead Manhattan

Original images from Ciao! & Color Me Shameless (all from 67' and 68') A poem:
©Dance of the Dead Manhattan

Violet heart, in the waiting room,

Makes me love the dead,

No human she looks like,

In the dying beat,

Babe on flames,

Where have you been all these decades?

So in the aquarium she dares you to talk to her,

Shes just watching, looking up to the sky,

From her little ocean,

All downfalls considered,

Soul burns from the inside,

Limited sky goes to the core.

Mirror's dark side, awaits,

From the water mysterious,

She looks to the great open,

Used always as a pen.

Forever shining sun, lost between, lost inside of her,

Knowledge of someone thinking,

Of her childish turn,

Who just stole all the glass,

Lady this runs for her life,

Just like a child on fire!

My dear friend let us meet

By the river Styx,

Laugh and talk of life,

For just a while turn off pearls of fire.

And while hes kissing you,

All the way, hes kissing an angel,

As the stars fell from the clouds,

Taking from your lips,

Like the vine of the night.