Garden of Evil
don't wanna live in her garden of evil...don't wanna make love in her lies
drawn to darkness
driven to destruction
doomed to death...
drowning in the whirlpool in the middle of her thighs...
she's a lyrical spy with the invisible touch...roses to thorns and electric chairs into thrones
sitting on high she sifts me like wheat..once smart and strong now worthless and weak
magnet to the misery she inflicts on me like a pretty predator...
it's a *** horror movie and she's the director
the invasive inspector...she never misses a beat
i'm sweating bullets in her lyrical heat
cupid leaves me stupid with his annihilation arrows...
i fall to the earth like shotgunned sparrows
her mind is narrow and her aim is dead on
i run through her garden of evil singing the same sad song
the snare unfolds like mental minefields in a genocidal generals worst defeat
the trap is tripped and the pain is long...upside down from her whipping tree
cat claws sprout as my body screams...neurotic nightmares and domination dreams
the web wraps around my heart,mind,and soul...
nowhere to run and nowhere to go
so i ride and roll in her garden of evil for eternity
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
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