Close your eyes and look away,
your freakish stare is a scarlet pain,
in the night of the vision of the damned,
a sensory dillusion twists the mind.
A golder woman on the horizon begs to me,
as I walk closer she freezes to a statue,
I reach out and it slips away,
think calmly and it draws a little closer,
I reach again and I grab her hand,
it's a metallic man with a silver ribbon.
Smoke rising from the boiler pond,
fire sparkling into crystalline expanse,
sharpening the uncoiled grey retreat,
layered with liquid beauty contained,
skeletal desires bring you here again.
Slimy gelatin superpose,
recroached decorated christ,
strewn with tinsel grime,
wipe the layer,
spread the scare.
I can scream but I'm all alone,
stalking you in the daylight,
calling you with unusual delight,
fare weather rain bruises the cortex,
corneal fracture and all I see,
is your broken body in front me.
These lashes scar.
Helpless, painless, a thirty meter open mind...
These lashes scar.
Beauty, body, it's you that I want...
These lashes scar.
Shameful, regretful, stapled affection for the pieces...
These lashes scar.
Why don't I burn them away!
These lashes scar.
Why don't I, just burn them away?
These lashes scar.
Once more I look away...