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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.19.03.25307]] |
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Fire; start her, outsmart her, beckon little taste, tinge of the singe; lead me not, abyss, Down on your knees, do as you please, hands on, idolator, touch me with worship kiss. Fan; crackling flames, throw out anonymous names; sacrificed for the cause, all of me, What is the proper tribute for possession of the ash of what once was or shall never be? Climb, pyre; rise ever higher, let yon apathetic eyes water in hazy skies, mirror, smoke; Take massive hit, roll into cigarette, last request after best shot, if you got one, to toke. To meet a viper, get yourself a sniper; right before the hiss, now don't you miss; defang, In crosseye, then let it fly; from the hip, blast off the tip, watch it whizz by, go out, bang! Hunted, hunter; don't be afraid, confront her, nothing is so fearsome as anyone believed, To stand at the end of apocalyptica for what you held holy, waste no time having grieved. Enrage, sage; turn page, realize where I slipped was turning the script away from my pen, Anyone can write bestseller; all you gotta do is compel her at the end, just don't say when. So off we go to place I already know, home I once left 'cause I thought it bereft; rekeyed, Kick open the forbidden door just as hard as once before, but this time it's got what I need. Preserve myself in ice, interior will suffice; it could use tidying, barren space here or there, But it's nothing that can't be spruced once inhibitions are loosed, opportunities everywhere. Maybe I'm goin' to Hell or I already know it too well; least it's warm enough, extended stay, Steamy, dreamy; subtropical seems topical when you've chilled; her advice, applied my way. |