I'm dead for you now, my precious
I hate what you've given to me
I threw away my pain, my precious
If I could throw you away I would see
Come on, my precious, let me see your body
All broken up and cold
Look at me, my precious, lying on my bed
I'll do whatever I'm told
Some bait for you, my precious
Some pity, some remorse
A flawless gift of me, my precious
Come before I scream myself hoarse
My precious, your paper red lips, my precious
If I could only fuck that paper smile
Your precious body, my precious, your precious skin
Your lovely red eyes, my precious, your lovely style
Here it is now for you, my precious
I give it all to you
A flawless gift for you, my precious
I love you its true
I'll tear it up for you, my precious
I'll tear it apart
A flawless gift to you, my precious
A flawless heart
daughter, daughter in my womb
the kitchen sink is your tomb,
and as you are ripped from one to two,
i won't regret never giving birth to you.
from what strange faces
would you be raised, and what foul
God would you have praised?
and then what mourning should you feel,
when you discovered that mother, was not real?
and what if i should keep you?
what would you become?
by a child, by a fool, a girl
with no knowledge and no income.
and though you lay like
a withered drop of bones,
a spec of me with no breath,
and though i made your little
heart stop..i hold with me,
no regrets..
With starless night hair
kissing the wind,
they form circles
to light their cigerettes
and talk of death and
lesbian encounters that
only happened in wet dreams.
They say death is a lover
like wilted rose and the sweet
taste of syliva before
the coffins close.
They say death is a chick
drenched all in black
skin snugging her skeleton tight
and dagger tattoos all over her back.
Death is forever, and they never
did see, the eyes of a human
looking beyond nothing,
or touched soft skin gone
stale, gone frigid and pale.
They blow death a kiss
and don't know that he
caught it. They blow these
thoughts in the air like children
blowing bubbles.
They took now for granted
and would rather be a dream
in a world uncommon,
in a world unwarm
and frightening to me.
They suck on their cigerettes
like they're sucking on exhaust pipes
and speak of the last pages of life,
and speak of kissing the toes
of a beauitful demon that will
prod them with the pleasures
of pain...and I stand under a
street light that hovers like a halo
as silent as snowfall..my thoughts
fall at an angle..fool, only you..
have never fell asleep in death's
arms..would conjure an image
of death and death's alarms.
His Eyes Are Dark,
His Hands Are Cold,
He Grabs Me Hold,
He Steals My Soul.
I Scream In Terror,
I Cry In Greif,
Is It Human Error?
Or His Disturbed Belief?
Why Must This Go On?
Why Do I Survive?
Why Won't It Leave Me Alone?
Why Am I Alive?
The Darkness Takes Hold,
It Envelopes My Life.
I Crawl Into My Hole.
I Hope I Die Tonight.
a world of black
that's all i see
for life does not
apply to me
forever i shall sit and wait
til someone opens up the gate
but not too fast
you don't want that
or then it will be clear
that what once was light
with cooling nights
will soon be your own
with no more hope for home
you see you now have no choice
but to carry out the voice
a voice that you have heard before
but now you will never see that door
the door that led you back to life
has now been sealed
and locked up tight
but don't you worry
don't you fear
you still got me
though i'm never really here