The Babyface Visage
The babyface visage of Elvis Presley,
Set into a silver locket tomb,
A milk white cow and watching, holy angel,
Keeping him in safety through the gloom,
For in the toilet darkness he’s a prisoner,
Marking painful hours through the night,
Only seeing thick bewitching blackness,
Abandoned by the daylight’s happy white,
Maybe I could visit you in heaven?
There inside the locket where you dwell,
For now the earth is overrun by devils,
And life is warped into a living hell…
AD Lovkis, 29/06/25
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