hourglass figure and blood-red sand
endlessly weaving strand after strand
toxic-black and eyes of eight
it's you she wants to desecrate

widow with a red dress, red dress on
a few more moments and you'll be gone

wrapped up tight by her white-spinneret
poison enough to drop your cigarette
venomous-clear in your bruising veins
now you might not notice the flames

widow with a red dress, red dress on
a few more moments and you'll be gone

i
just don't know where to begin
my heart is breaking, to my chagrin
i've been giving in to this tailspin
and everyone's falling down

lost
in my thoughts, i'm racing to die
give me a reason why i shouldn't try
a piece of my head has long gone awry
and everyone's falling down

myself
is someone i don't know anymore
haphazardly trying to even the score
but my eyes are drifting towards the floor
and everyone's falling down

somewhere
down the road i forgot to breathe
looked in the mirror and saw two of me
but now i've caught a glimpse of three
and everyone's falling down

along
the lines of retrospect
that waver between reflect and regret
i believe i may be a counterfeit...
and everyone's falling down

the
frame of my mind is weak, at best
karma is kicking my ***, i guess
it seems i'm going in a bit overdressed
still, everyone's falling down...

way
back in the back of my mind where it aches
nothing is sacred and everything breaks
but i'll fight and i'll try to fix my mistakes
and everyone's fallen down

paradoxically sick
poisoned through my satin-coated IV drip
drip drip drop, the minutes mirror hours
zero is one lonely number
illusory illness
poisoned so my fevered mind can undress
but then there was two, don't think i don't see you
i beg with non-moving lips

falsified delirium
you touch my deadened nerve endings, shiver...
my body bends not for you, but for your vile liquid
i will let you unfold me

I / pour liquid words into an empty threat


(watch it (them) flow downward and swirl)


I / drop a few cold stares into your glassy eyes


(****- i lost my train of thought before
i even took a sip of this reality-check)


okay...


I / swallow bottles of your hostility and-


(i would swear that it was you that loved me before all this...)


...chase it with a shot of desperation


I / shudder at the potency of my blurred (thoughts) vision


I / might choke on bravado and an ice cube or two

and...


(i would swear that i had split my tongue on your sharp edges before)


but...


I / will detox myself with this 90 proof lingual disaster


(do you love me when i fall down?)


"I'd like my scotch on the rocks, please."

i'll take you to the brink
with teasing playful pushes
and then one that means it
you'll fly for just a second
---- then drop
but there will always be that one fragile branch to catch your spinning thoughts
---- and maybe your hands....

i'll take you to the brink
to a place where minds meet and grind against the blackness that sits in the darkest corner you've ever wept in<<<>>>i'll stretch your senses to cover uncovered things and break you down into what you need to be

i'll take you to the brink
and you'll {eventually} collide with me
you will hate me for what i've done to you
---- to your head
but you will love me for it
i can push every one of your buttons
i guess i'll have to push you again...

i'll take you to the brink
this time you'll want to jump but something upstairs says NO whether it be the monster in the attic or god himself
so i guess i'll have to push you
watch you fall to catch that blesséd branch and nearly die trying to get that
last
breath
in
before you fall- but you won't
i won't let you fall
i just like watching you fly for that one second
over
and
over
and
over
and
down and down and up................................

(burn) and recoil
don't get too close
don't raise your glass to catch
your rapidly evaporating tears

t'would be a waste
for an ardent taste
of the yellow (hazy) heated blaze
that stings your (weighted) wavering gaze

<i>le soleil ira l'obscurite
le soleil ira le ce soir sombre
le soleil est á jamais et jamais</i>

so ignite not the fire-
run not toward the light-
but dance (around) the sun instead
tiptoe (hush) watch where you tread

a breath of light, a glint of life
a torrid fever this way comes
don't get too close
(burn) and recoil...