you're gonna feel this if i have to rupture it down your pretty little throat.
you're gonna hear this, if i have to scream out every note
this heart's become a fucking cage
my sisters stomping full of rage
where is the pure yet tiny sage
who used to spill worlds on the page?
if you would kill the thing that sleeps
if you would climb down to the deeps
there is a toll that must be paid
between the silver leafy blades
the reservoirs are drying up
and winter's coming fast.
there was a time when i believed
i never could be so deceived
but now the jewel has cracked and bleeds
and faithless ai is wondering
if maybe this could last.
i'm tangled up in your red threads
too many connections in my head
and the left hand's blundering
has stripped me of my center
and when i wake the moon tonight
take care the king comes not within her sight
he will recoil- not from fright
but will see a different creature there.
my lady sits and combs her hair
naked to be free of stares
the eyes of the beholder change
as soon as they come within range
a different angel surfaces
messengers do this by instinct
the flesh reflects the thoughts they think
and greater gods will dare to link
this nature with falsehood
a different girl in different places
but they have never stood upon
the edge of something looking down
on only human faces
they have never thought to drown
in spidersilk and glimmer
they think a fool's a kind of clown
their hearts have never shimmered
upon the birth of some new dream
feeling watchers like a gleam
on the other side of doorways
and how could just you be enough
to make me think to discard tough
and perchance believe in always?
if one day you and i should touch
i won't let it matter much
the waiting and the longing rust
i'll numb me out like always.
i'll make you not matter.
even if it kills me.