A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction
The language in the dimmer roomsSeems to represent the light source wellHow soft they speak and seem to be at peaceWith the movement of the music and the madnessThat is pulling me into thisAnd the shades of the lamps are woven redThe light, it stains and consecratesAnointing all forgotten formsThat swirl and smoke and haunt this placeThe girls in gowns all nurse the darkPulling it near to their swelling breastsAnd watch as it seeps to their heartsAnd beats within their virgin chestsAnd here I know seduction breedsFrom wanton hearts that would seduceAnd grows and spreads its vine and leavesEmbracing those who might have movedBut now remain to drink the nightFrom vials black and thick with steamSuch intoxicating delightsThat leave you drunk inside this dreamAnd you watch them take the light from youAnd you find yourselfOn a velvet couchTasting the skin of a foreign girlHer eyes are blackAnd wet like oilAnd she ties your hands with a string of pearlsAnd you tremble like a frightened birdAs she closes in and captures youTo place you in the silver cageDeep within her poisoned wombAnd once you're safe insideShe might let you out to flyIn the circles around the roomBut it's always nightAnd there is no moonAnd you wonder if you are aliveAnd you're not sure if you want to beBut you drank her sweat like it was wineAnd you lay with her on a bed of blueAnd it's awful sweetLike the fruit she cuts and feeds to you