so in my dream i had lost you, you were gone but still friendly, we shared the kids in a way that didn’t affect them.
but of all things you were marrying gene simmons and i couldn’t understand it, i couldn’t see the appeal and you had said, c’mon, be happy for me for once. just be there for me, you’ve been gone for so long.
and i really didn’t know what to say after that, i couldn’t say anything to fix it, and there you were holding mikey at the altar, and i was with our daughter while kid rock argued with brett michaels over eminem’s new album.
some random porn star had come up to me and told ioanna how cute she was but i just couldn’t wrap my mind around it: you were marrying gene simmons, with his pitch black sunglasees and decaying body and afro headed arrogance.
and when the priestess announced you man and wife, he leaned in to kiss you and spiders exploded out of my eyes.