You & You & You...Mona Lisa.

Mona Lisa...give me a smile, and I'll frown upon you, leave me alone, just run home, where the gin is waiting for your shaking fingers, the cool bottle consoles your aching hungers, thirsty for more than revenge…

Unknown to us all, you'd transform into the one thing you'd hate to love....most importantly you'll confuse and astound with your womanly wiles, and escape and enthrall with passions futile (pains) and arouse the chorus with a simple pose, (of posture.)

I'll fall to your feet, and wash them with my [faked] tears, you'll frown and entreat me, to a painful kick here, my heart in your hand, how fast did time pass? I am not a man, who believes in lies, more so I lie to you…

 I could've sworn, amidst all the wars, your long gilded hair, shaded black in despair, fulfilled the prophecy, of a woman too young to see, the ways of the world, from the viewpoint of a five-year-old.

Lisa, give me a hand, I'll keep you safe, if I were lying, we'd both be amazed.

The sinners’ church, is far more extravagant than a prince's birth, and lying here, underneath the stars, I take your neck in my mouth, and compare our scars.

Of water filled lullabies, tearing us apart, no use for grammar or even simple heart, (need,) all along, enthroned in alabaster, you were the queen.

Taken to poetry, the musical has been cancelled, the orchestra fired, the chandelier dismantled, an aura of kindle, a fire, a maze, in short simple terms, a con-tra-dict-o-ry gaze, astounded by diamonds, ambushed by coal, I stare, (unabashedly,) at your red (r/i/p/p/e/d) royal soul, kept in a jar, a jar filled with emotions, unused by all, all left unspoken.

Mona, (i) take your hand, is this your last request? Doomed to a life, filled with surgery and regret, chained to a wall, with a last hope to perfect, a blank diary, greets me, (my visage is), bandaged and broken, unknown to us all, i use this last resort, as a measure of trust, we walk the line, between roses and musk, there is no reason, i fall down this life, knowing very well what compromise (is) would ensue, i crawl, blind towards the light...[of your eyes.]

Mona Lisa, take this last impressive bow, the tragedy of romantic comedy, gone forever, the vile summary is missing vitality, the facts have all been sugar-coated, advertising companies swoop in with powder, and sable coats.

So unsure of yourself, your hair flows into the lakebed, strutted down your last runaway line, gutted with gusto and disgust evident in your noble eyes, take back the fast pace, give her back her (lovely) old face, i couldn't protect you, my iconic grief coincides with the sayings of a wise (one,) the sun is burning me, alone in a dead sky, broken like your latest jewelry de-sign,.

My mind reeling, i stumble, the storms winds' have pushed me into a better thinking position. There is no comfort believing in you, (my little one, my only one) my treasure-toy.

You've grown up, you can't keep living in this coal mine, keep running till you fit the princess's stereotype, and then dig in the dirt, for your last ruby ring, do not go (gently) into that spark of [last] light, (last night, fireflies danced and died, decayed and cried) let the foolish side take over your reasonable mind, let practicality take over your dormant frugality, buy the sun, buy everything until you're broke from the inside out (and just as dirty, slut.)

Lisa, you're pretty little head astounds me, even to this day...your sweetness makes my temperament look appalling, whisper I resent you. Never grow up is what she told you, oh she lied, isn’t life so much sweeter looking in from outside?

Why won’t you die? Your blood is fine, (ruby and) glistening, like fragile steel beams.

The telephone rings,…

 (and ) Leonardo ignores it so he can paint your brow, how lovely, it’s real.

Unlike the others of your time, you have lines, lines, lines, everywhere, …my line has disappeared, in this fast paced job, how can you overlook a weekend off? Too much, too much, too close, too close, too fast too fast (broken,dizzy,loving,crazy,slated,thirsting,jaded,bursting) I overdose on your private thoughts, the taste of your skin strikes a dull chord in me, awakening the memory of writing, sickened I lean forward, anticipating that metallic glint off of my tongue, whenever your blood meets mine,…oh, I wish we could do this all day, but night is approaching, and my social calendar is full, this voice I hear, this voice within, clouds my judgment, and I decide to spend the night.

Little known to me, your energy, envenomates me, and I look inside myself and trust your strength, emotionless you frown at my hesitation. Right and wrong has never been so difficult for you…you just frowned that beautiful smile, and people threw themselves at your feet, and you kicked them far-away…too afraid of connecting with them, holding onto the shreds of sanity that lead to the door of your (self…, no one else could compare to the madness, the) deadliness (made it so addicting,) and here we are again, falling down this path of unmistaken misery, a journey that stabs us with confidence, and we’re learning now, how to trust yourself, and even if (I) have to [kill you, you’ll] understand, (that) nothing else is a map, save your blood, (tattooed on your back the ink moves, it’s living, poison and shaking) begin to hate me, I resist your temptations, your charms…(to my self) I’m a fool, a fool, (dastardly) thinking, it fooled me, it fooled me, it fooled me, me, me, me… oh I’m immune to your body, your voice, but those eyes alas those eyes…

Your frown makes it so much tastier, to (devour) you, (oh enslaved) I’m addicted, accomplished, sophisticated past the point of harder,better,faster,stronger, more,more,more,more the walls shake, this earthquake, binds me to you.

Once you gave everything, twice you were amazing, thrice you took my breath away…a fourth and we’ll both die.

Amazingly (I,am,powerless) to your beating, deceiving, heart…(and then…) your décolletage, (so soft, it) calls to me, (me, me, me) and I yield.

I must whisper (in your ear) all of my greatest everythings’, all my naughty little somethings’, all my tempted bless, bastard lovings, possessed, enthralled, beaten to submission, poisonous, nothings, group together, form an army, and hate you, you, you, you, with all of our mediæval hearts…

Oh, Mona Lisa, every part of you & you & you, loosens my values till I’m insane enough to anticipate killing you,…O! My lovely, dangerous, complicated, oh so amazingly sophisticated hatred, my Mona Lisa,…
I slit your throat, your smile beguiles me,…why couldn’t you stay, and never change, why couldn’t you just stay, my Mona Lisa?