Lidar uncovers what is beneath.
Liars reveal their teeth.
Whores ride a Beast.
Super Bowl Halftime Show Fleecing Theme;
"pRINCESS conjures up demons,
for her grammy (Lilith) and plays on your
emotion to not consider what is wrong or evil
or family worthy.
In the midst of the bright lights and cheers
of the crowd,
a princess takes the stage,
casting her hypnotic shroud.
Her words dance like demons,
with eros ascending to the clouds-
playing with our emotioned glands,
with harps, tabarets and cymbals,
drums to chakra your heart
beguiling us with illusion,
and persuasion's dark arts.
We cling to her melody, lost in her spell,
blinded to the darkness that lurks,
wishing us to dwell there with her.
She conjures up emotions, tugging at our core,
but behind the glamour lies a twisted lore.
Beware, dear soul, of the princess so bold,
for her burrowed borrow deceives,
leaving our spirits cold.
Let not her song lead you astray,
but heed the call of truth,
before it's too late and you serpently sway."
(..."and if you listen very hard, the tune will come..."
Angel pours out his bowl....
Categories:
serpently, art,
Form: Rhyme
Trust Issues
Lovers trust,
While devils lust,
But it's so serpently,
The way you hiss,
In a choked up bliss,
As you slither away from me.
You're left with no eyes,
Left with no tongue,
Left with no legs,
With which to run.
One more slice,
Your movements entice,
One more slit,
And a ruby-red drip.
You're left with no arms,
Left with no ears,
Trapped in your mind,
A prison of fear.
No more regrets,
No more lies,
One last kiss,
To this world goodbye,
Your sanity drips,
From your fingertips,
You give into sleep,
Your soul, mine to keep.
Every breath you take,
I let you take,
And your breathing is in key,
With the strings I pull,
your eyes go dull,
As you pass, so peacefully.
And now this curse is mine,
I can't stop,
because it's so divine.
I seek blood,
and all the flesh I see,
Is just a playground,
for every fantasy.
I wreak havoc,
and I lust for death,
The smell of her skin,
still on my breath.
And when the morning,
Finally arrives,
I'll quench my thirst,
with unsuspecting lives.
Categories:
serpently, addiction, confusion, dark, death,
Form: Ballad