Jan 2019
Dangerous
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
