Songs without tunes/words with rhythm

mad scientist

Walking towards you, my arms all outspread
Watching you recoil, your eyes full of dread
Sending out currents of comfort & grace
Malice and murder reflect in your face

You created me
And I love you dearly
You hated me
But I can't see it clearly

Meter dissolves in passionless passion
My lovers left longing in Byronic fashion
Dreaming of storing you deep in my skin
The skin you created with science & sin

You negated me
When you drove in deep
You satiate me
When I find you in sleep

I'm a dream, not what I seem
Monster; not girl, a spit-layered pearl
I shine, I shine, not in your eyes, in mine
Reflected glory, I'm whole new story

Writing it all from scratch...


- October 1, 1997.

parlor trick

Well-dressed vampire
Knockin' at my door
He's gonna leave me hungry
Another battered little whore

Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you win...
Again...

He left me the choice
Invitation's mine to keep
And I could keep him at the door
But he'll always haunt my sleep

Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you win...
Again...

smoke & mirrors,
love & fears
smash it up
break my heart
one more of your parlor tricks

My stupid little vampire
He thinks that I'm his fool
And the more he knows he needs me
The more that he'll be cruel.

Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you in
Under my skin, I let you win...
Again...

Pull my heart
Out of your hat
Suck it dry
I'll let you win...
This time...


- July 24, 1997.

strips of my flesh
stripped from my bones
wrapped 'round your neck
feeding your jones

making me read it
liking my shriek
helpless & loving
hearing you speak

hating the needing
but you're in my blood
one finger left
to hold back the flood

but I love you for a million things and not for one alone,
but your hatred is the sweetest loving I have ever known...

c'mon, tear it off
you like it this way
c'mon, tear it off
you like to make me pay.

well, what the fuck did you want me to say?

- June 22, 1997.

this one goes out to you, my little heartworm...

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Created on June 24th, 1997.
Last modified on July 15th, 1998.
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tell me you still love me...

"she spreads herself wide open to let the insects in,
she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been,
she has the blood of reptiles underneath her skin..."
- reptile, NIN

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