Enter the night in my own twisted mind... |
** ** ****** ****** ******-------------------------------****** ** ** ** ** ** ** Welcome back to that fateful night When I first saw her there Whispering cold seductions hidden in verses From her book that held secret lies That were the stable of her very life The night was crystalline sky Shards of dusk hidden behind She pulled me in with airy cold So I stopped Stopped and said to her Speak of endings, but to no avail All endings are beginnings in there own way She stopped the words so coldly bled And whispered back the beginning of all endings is underway It was futile argument, for this I knew Nothing could be done Until the night she would become mine Ruby lips Emerald eyes A demonic eminence in disguise Her silver necklaces of holy light Glistened and made the ringing of bells The perfect accompaniment to the horror of it all For surely she was Jesus’s whore Her clothes of virginity surely hid What lost souls she could have The dress of hers danced in rose petal wind The scent I believed to be the essence of her very soul With rot underneath But she still had her words to cut Into anyone with confidence down It’s one thing to bring salvation It’s another to bring angels to tears She was with me, but she was not Suffice it to say she was on my mind Wounded profusely from self-inflicted stigmata That was really her faith in binds Possession incarnate A holy whore A crucifix axe And a glass bible sword With faith so surprising Beauty compromising Porcelain face and emerald eyes A demonic eminence in disguise That became mine that very night |