The Wicked Wandered

I found you amongst the fields of dancing polka dots and alligator smiles You sit still awaiting the next awakening, the energy of 9 lives scratching the wall You got no right to be lonely, the curse is never the birth from a clever death Ten thousands honest and truthful disappear then what is left not a lie, all tears can be swept aside constructing a gold tower born without a face becomes a disgrace, but with a handful of heart and a handful of soul leather skin and torn muscles the long ash of a cigarette can be caught in the wind to be alive and to show it to feel it and to know it more life than god can create more space than Earth the vision is on curve of your jaw the possibilities in the cheese of your smile I could have been King if I’d known of you when I was 10 But now I do, I can see nothing cheap about my Queen