Someone’s sacred promise broke her way
An ancient conquest wrote to say
You can turn your back to the rain but not the season
So she held the wire beneath his feet,
His promises between her teeth
And doubted him when thousands would believe-him
The acrobats said name your price
And quicker than she could bleach her lies
The tension in the line
Gave way to treason
The first stone ***** its holy wings
From the hand of the first man without sin
She never could look twice at him
Now sweet revenge deceives-him
Domesticated son of the beast he hides
In the wilderness behind his eyes
The chains rattle by his side
Til the voice of his mother says sit
She hides her back with the wall and lends
Her face to the rack and pinion men
Then hovers in their silence as they wait for her to turn again
Pink clouds stretched over the dying light
Like skin on the ribs of a crying child
The rising wind pulls them apart like the big man pressing send
Seeking solace in her skull, her pupils reverse
Talk moves slow like her lips are cursed
To **** and roast each honest word
She can snare behind his prayer
Mallet drops sudden as a ****** nose
The girl must die for the life she shows
Her frightened sisters who’ve come in their droves
Death sells and *** collects the fare
Domesticated son of the beast he hides
In the wilderness behind his eyes
The chains rattle by his side
Til the voice of his mother says sit
Only he knows how close he came to it
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
Someone’s sacred promise broke her way
An ancient conquest wrote to say
You can turn your back to the rain but not the season
So she held the wire beneath his feet,
His promises between her teeth
And doubted him when thousands would believe-him
The acrobats said name your price
And quicker than she could bleach her lies
The tension in the line
Gave way to treason
The first stone ***** its holy wings
From the hand of the first man without sin
She never could look twice at him
Now sweet revenge deceives-him
Domesticated son of the beast he hides
In the wilderness behind his eyes
The chains rattle by his side
Til the voice of his mother says sit
She hides her back with the wall and lends
Her face to the rack and pinion men
Then hovers in their silence as they wait for her to turn again
Pink clouds stretched over the dying light
Like skin on the ribs of a crying child
The rising wind pulls them apart like the big man pressing send
Seeking solace in her skull, her pupils reverse
Talk moves slow like her lips are cursed
To **** and roast each honest word
She can snare behind his prayer
Mallet drops sudden as a ****** nose
The girl must die for the life she shows
Her frightened sisters who’ve come in their droves
Death sells and *** collects the fare
Domesticated son of the beast he hides
In the wilderness behind his eyes
The chains rattle by his side
Til the voice of his mother says sit
Only he knows how close he came to it