Your Threshold

Your smile is a threshold that I can cross unharmed only to discover your smile is a weapon slicing me to pieces with sordid cynicism. I grab the metalic lance which is your own baseness, a vileness sheltered in your chest . . . Oh! the lance is like ice so cold that your veins have no pulse But with a disenchanted shield that protects nothing, impedes nothing, in this misty field on a foggy night, I´ll bow my body before your pedestal! trying everything yet nothing can touch your brutal ego And the more I cross this threshold, the more I want to cross you, but I can' t! A viciousness kills me litlle by little I -- each time a little weaker You -- each time a little more insane You -- blinding me to the reason the way we are blinded by faith and psalms and you, so powerfully wise, prepare your supper I -- dying again at your feet You -- carrying my scalp across the sepulcher of myself.