She is a miasma of regret and gin
My resurrection Mary bound by sin
We all have white mice and black dogs
We all have white mice and black dogs
We all have songs we cannot sing
Burdens to bare upon our wings
She is a gilded crown one cannot wear
A ghostly smile, a forbidden stare
Dancing graveyard tangos before mother lune
She swirls and cascades and flies up to the moon
Her smile the jagged blade that ripped her wrist
And yet her shadow still persists
A spectre of memory upon my pealing wall
A heartbeat echoing from beneath the floor
A happiness known only to be ******
Inundated by **** and sand
She comes to me with wailing moans
The intolerable moments I am alone
She comes to me with obscene plans
And how I long to take her hand
To take the claw, take the blade
Bid adieu to sweat and shade
Oh bells and flame and an absence of pain
That endless slumber, oblivion, peace
Where broken girls find sweet relief
To be judged by lord on high, to be saved
To find the comfort I forever crave
To hug once more that girl I loved
Who visits me from far above
But she is a spectre of my dreams
My ignoble suffering, my pain and though it seems
She offers paradise she offers nothing but
She is an absence, a fissure, an empty plot
Where does that ****** maiden dwell?
There is no heaven, there is no hell
There is but this moment now, this moment now
For she is gone, and take note how
She cannot suffer, but nor delight
In warm winds nor the sordid ballet of night
In songs that come from god’s own choir
Or the devils dance of deep desire
Where live your smiles, if not on my own lips?
What persistence have you, if I did not exist?
She is dead
She has ceased to be
While every moment moves in me
Her waters still, mine swarm and flow
Onwards and upwards with any dream to know
So yes I dream of death, for she is sweet
To remember why my life I keep
A toast, a cavalcade of praise and love
I send to thee up high above
But understand why, my darling friend, I cannot follow
For I still long to taste tomorrow
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
She is a miasma of regret and gin
My resurrection Mary bound by sin
We all have white mice and black dogs
We all have white mice and black dogs
We all have songs we cannot sing
Burdens to bare upon our wings
She is a gilded crown one cannot wear
A ghostly smile, a forbidden stare
Dancing graveyard tangos before mother lune
She swirls and cascades and flies up to the moon
Her smile the jagged blade that ripped her wrist
And yet her shadow still persists
A spectre of memory upon my pealing wall
A heartbeat echoing from beneath the floor
A happiness known only to be ******
Inundated by **** and sand
She comes to me with wailing moans
The intolerable moments I am alone
She comes to me with obscene plans
And how I long to take her hand
To take the claw, take the blade
Bid adieu to sweat and shade
Oh bells and flame and an absence of pain
That endless slumber, oblivion, peace
Where broken girls find sweet relief
To be judged by lord on high, to be saved
To find the comfort I forever crave
To hug once more that girl I loved
Who visits me from far above
But she is a spectre of my dreams
My ignoble suffering, my pain and though it seems
She offers paradise she offers nothing but
She is an absence, a fissure, an empty plot
Where does that ****** maiden dwell?
There is no heaven, there is no hell
There is but this moment now, this moment now
For she is gone, and take note how
She cannot suffer, but nor delight
In warm winds nor the sordid ballet of night
In songs that come from god’s own choir
Or the devils dance of deep desire
Where live your smiles, if not on my own lips?
What persistence have you, if I did not exist?
She is dead
She has ceased to be
While every moment moves in me
Her waters still, mine swarm and flow
Onwards and upwards with any dream to know
So yes I dream of death, for she is sweet
To remember why my life I keep
A toast, a cavalcade of praise and love
I send to thee up high above
But understand why, my darling friend, I cannot follow
For I still long to taste tomorrow
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