Lyrics The Beldam of the Bedlam - Atrox

The Beldam of the Bedlam

A young man astride a rocking horse.
His petticoats bristling.
His eyes closed
with pleasure enjoying the euphony of his fork scraping his plate.
Facing him sits a filthy oldie shaking his dentures like castanets.
Whistling through his nostrils, giggling with tears in his eyes.
The clattering of my teeth.
Sometimes a coff, sometimes an achoo.
Heard a cry for help, but didn’t pay attention.
Thought it was only myself as usual — the beldam of the bedlam.
A toothless hag moving eyeball-beads in an abacus.
They stare so,
they stare so on her rope of pearls: A row of Lilliputian skulls on a string.
The oldie chants the alphabet in an order he has fixed himself.
Once he strode
down the aisle with a wedding gown on an arm’s length.
His bride-not-to-be (anymore) in the soil right outside.
The youngster tells about how he once lay in a bathtub barely conscious in rusty-bloody-red water.
The bathtub tiptoed on lionpaws to the landing, tipped over and flung him down
the stairs on a rusty-bloody-red runner.
I’d like to tell them about a dragon with hiccups.
Hiccuping fire in headwind,
burning itself.
But I’d better not…