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Unseelie throwing spells from introvertive darkness secreted away hide in yur small silent lair these enchantments last a few short hours sometimes they linger many years of despair... a seldom visitor like sunlight seeks to know little darklings skitter in with their rhymes they all wonder at the sad things which cry and steal a glance to see all furtive times... in yearnful longing for that other place it slowly fades, dark dreams and lost faith turn to find such unearn'd luck with shadows play that perfidious puck... thru this unseelie's eyes, see the hope which she brings her name is despair but now look in her wings bright colours dance in the space that they fill lamenting in pain, yet hope haunts us still... ...hope haunts us still... © ink'n rimes, 1998 like a lotus lavishing at Radharani's feet... in the darkest shades of my soul which you so deride lost where forgotten memories lied strung out and empty on the shores of Dead Dreams Lake shattered wasted loves watch these words fall and break i'm just a virgin caged and bleeding in Countess Bathori's court glimpsing ghost ships from this Boschean resort eye needle muses spoon thru reveries flame intimate as blood and all naked without shame downward twisting spirals kissing poison'd love's pyre starless bible-blackened by her cold desires my love laughed at me in my tears wept forlorn ashen soul in barbed wire flesh flayed and torn entranced by this chant and a Demon of Lies ensnared by her scents and infernal disguise puppet-string saviour, in gods veins shall we dance? seeking sacred love in this suicide trance with a cocaine raga and a bloody nose down in fields of poppies where hypocrisy grows watch that television mindcandy, progamming drone so tired of the static, all deaf and alone dakini tantris dancing you're so beautiful and sweet; like a lotus lavishing at Radharani's feet... © ink'n rimes, 1995 .p.o.r.n.o.g.r.a.p.h.y. c'mere i wanna tie you into little knots, you see... c'mere i wanna treat you like a dirty little thief. stealing always stealing all these little bits of me i'll fill yur mouth with wretchicide so you can speak with me. c'mere i'm gonna treat you like the sick you want to be... c'mere i'm gonna feed you decayed pornography. gonna tie you up in little knots i wanna watch you bleed fill you up until you scream but you never can come free. c'mere i wanna treat you just a little bit like me c'mere i'm gonna feed you my wretchicide and tea teasing always teasing me i wanna watch you bleed gonna tie yur heart into little knots so you can feel like me. ...and you can feel like me... © ink'n rimes, 1997 |