Jan 04, 2007 05:53
...there is a charge
for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
for the hearing of my heart--
it really goes.
and there is a charge, a very large charge
for a word or a touch
or a bit of blood
or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
so, so, herr doktor.
so, herr enemy.
i am your opus,
i am your valuable,
the pure gold, baby
that melts to a shriek.
i turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
ash, ash --
you poke and stir.
flesh, bone, there is nothing there--
...
herr god, herr lucifer
beware
beware.
out of the ash
i rise with my red hair
and i eat men like air.