Lyric № 159
Smiling
My love is dark and beautiful
My love is haunting strange
My love is an Aztec priest
With offerings of pain.
You hold my heart within your fist
You pulled it out with one mean thrust
Using your curved obsidian knife
To satisfy your blood lust.
Yet somehow I still walk and talk
And pretend to life quotidian
And behold your visage from afar
With guilty fascination.
Maidens fair will always view tormentors so,
And lust for what's forbidden.
"Be careful what you wish for"
Is a lesson oft unheeded.
Someday I'll reclaim what is mine-
My heart held high, triumphantly
Still beating in your sweaty grip
As you walk so blindly by me.
A blindness that I plan to make
Permanent in every sense
For I have got a wicked knife
And am learning how to use it.
I sit and carve the live-long day
In soapstone and in marble.
I am so good at rendering eyes
Some swear my staues "sighted."
Revenge can be so very sweet
As I take my knife in hand.
Now my heart is back where it belongs
As I carry out my plan.
Your howls of rage and searing pain
No longer have power to move me.
I've placed your eyes in a marble frame
And I smile upon them daily.
18 comments
Other than THAT, it was okay.
quite like the sudden Addams Family turn at the end. But it's disjointed.
and this.... Maidens fair will always view tormentors so,
And lust for what's forbidden.
loadarubbish. If that's what YOU will always feel, say so; but don't speak for this fair maiden!!! meaning is distinction.
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