I LOVE KATIE
BIG UPDATE LATER...
.... like my new background.
"Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When, in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged Her face
From the fairest of handmaidens wraith
A lover hung on Her deathrow
I was hooked on Her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shades of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked...
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A V of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The rights slot for your sacred key..."
.... like my new background.
"Evanescent like the scent of decay
I was fading from the race
When, in despair, my darkest days
Ran amok and forged Her face
From the fairest of handmaidens wraith
A lover hung on Her deathrow
I was hooked on Her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shades of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Two tracks
Bric-a-brac
Something passed between us
Like a bad crack
Upward-lit
I'd met another kind
Of rat
In fact
With every Rome inside me
Licked and ransacked...
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
Cataracts
Wouldn't whitewash away
Her filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A V of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The rights slot for your sacred key..."