Mar 03, 2006 04:30
Sealed up in an envelope of sticky silk
The weakened dance wildly
Sickened by their weaknesses
By their gluttonous feasting on honey and mercury
Quicksilver running through their tightened veins
So quickly the pulse escapes the ear, flies from the nerves
Destined to spill into some muddy ravine
Drowning the dogs, howling their sympathies
Sympathy is all we know
The only thing keeping us just a little more than human
You, in my bed, stop your shivering
Why aren't you listening?
How can I listen to you
When your words sit cleanly on your lips
Without a trace of blood to show me where they've been?