| And she watched and she waited. |
| Loving a time eaten by demons and
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| Cursing the day. |
| A sombre seed of a mirrored point, just an idea
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| Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey… it was all just
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| A dream. |
| The scream, the nod, the boy, the idea. |
| The five points
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| Of frustration, inverted to decode, and now they’re just upside
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| Down. |
| And the snakes who gave you life, mock them from their
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| Faraway silent mystery. |
| The temptress in green runs to her attic
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| Temple, the sick secrets and the moon all hers to chant in a dark
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| Wood falls into crush her of the house she cannot find. |
| Requiem
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| And wandering, following shadows burnt in the dark. |
| F**king
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| Herself in the dense where the cats all watch and guard, and her
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| Offspring — a watery universe spark in the chaos of thoughts and
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| Orgasm. |
| Where the cats are gods and the forest is home and the
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| Blood is the life… A hypodermic, the symbol of the temple. |
| And
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| Grim reaper, he won’t come to her. |
| And she puts a kiss in the
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| Cauldron every night for his ghost, yet the birds always sing
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| The necklace dangles on her breast and fires at the moons touch
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| The chaos mingles with the dust of the grave, while the ashes
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| Blow away. |
| And the gate between illusion and breath creaks wider
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| With the fading of the sun. |
| Now she wears a cape |