I began as the other
I was an innocent, I loved without reason
But after all these years
I still reek of being another.

Men catch the whiff
In my perfume, my sweat, my phlegm, my viscera.
Should I bathe again ?
I can't seem to get this stink off!

They want to touch me, feel me, caress me
But they don't want to love me.
I am the Mistress

I am the season that's always about to end
I am the burnt out cigarettes and the scars on my thighs.
I am the Mistress
Everybody just wants to touch me
And never be mine.

The Sun, The Moon and The Stars
The Thestral Mother,
Caged behind empty bars.
Oh! How she longs for freedom
A free flight into her own kingdom
A kingdom of yonder and space baubles
An endless universe of flying cats and
Giant lit marbles.

The Thestral Mother watches on
What is dead cannot Die
Wings of night and a beak that never lies
Is this the price one has to pay?
For a life to never say
A lie, a folly, a myth, a nay
Oh! Thestral Mother your beak stings like a bee.