I look to you oh Amun
for all the help I can
but when I need you the most
you are no where to be found.
So this set of twins have no abilities
of supernatural or psychic nature
and I am left
unnaturally alone.

Is this what I look forward to?
Days and weeks
nights and months
of cold, lonely moments
begging for your touch
hoping for a kiss
a soothing carress
on a sickened mind
and waking up
looking up
to seeing nothing
but the hatred
and cheating
in your eyes.

I see no truth
when it's hidden by unknown hours
Waiting and hoping
begging twice
and still I spend an eternity
on your Nile
dressed in silver
but not of the Priestess
of the Goddess
of the Sister
of Ra.

A great big chunk
out of your flesh
chewing on the gritty bits
left by the cream
and still the electricity
crackles over me
needing a sip from the grapes of sweetness
only to receive your grapes of wrath

The misspellings
the misnomer
the lies and forgotten tales
and the screaming of breaking it
killing it
leaving it forever
tumbling and rumbling about
in the waves of conscious thought.

Touched so deeply
waiting for the blood
because I am a witch
and you are an incubus
and we'll both die together
only I'll go first
because in the shadows
I have been forgotten
like all the others
you have never seen.

You never feel pain
with your kevlar
and special protections
your in commando
camoflouge
of desert and greens
and everything in between.

And yet I'm still attached
thrown thirty five thousand
into the future
into the past
still waiting for the soothing touch
to cool the fire
in
my
head.