RareForm
Bluelight Crew
Kiss me once, kiss me twice,
Then slide on back to Hell.
I've been telling you for eons, Child;
I don't play with others very well.
Shards of past, splintered truth
Awash in blood, warm tears of pain.
Clotted wounds of savage fears,
I am lost within this fog of rain.
The night draws nigh, darkness calls;
A penitent's choked, cloying voice.
Time creaks by, rusty ratchet rolling,
I think it's time to make the choice.
I found you down on Bourbon Street.
French Quarter midnight, harvest moon.
Cajun witch wiles and Gypsy blood,
I should have known you'd leave too soon.
You; Centerfold Love, a mid-page spread
With all those thoughts best left unsaid.
You're the Queen of Spades, but I'm the Ace,
And I think that trumps your painted face.
Fold your hand, you've lost again,
I'm here to collect your damning sin.
You sought to consume my fire
Within your tightly coiled embrace,
But I know the stench of burning hell
And recognized your timeworn face.
Soulless eyes, beguiling mouth,
Dressed in black and mournful air.
I lay, smoking, upon the chaise
You read my palm, combed my hair.
And then submitted, gracefully,
To the razor's edge, so keen;
A rose blossomed at your throat.
Another bloom I've had to wean...
Magnolia snows, heady scent wafting,
Covers you in a blanket of raining rose.
Sweet sanctuary, solemn and silent.
This, the altar of my recent repose.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice,
Then slide on back to Hell.
I've been telling you for eons, Child;
I don't play with others very well.
Then slide on back to Hell.
I've been telling you for eons, Child;
I don't play with others very well.
Shards of past, splintered truth
Awash in blood, warm tears of pain.
Clotted wounds of savage fears,
I am lost within this fog of rain.
The night draws nigh, darkness calls;
A penitent's choked, cloying voice.
Time creaks by, rusty ratchet rolling,
I think it's time to make the choice.
I found you down on Bourbon Street.
French Quarter midnight, harvest moon.
Cajun witch wiles and Gypsy blood,
I should have known you'd leave too soon.
You; Centerfold Love, a mid-page spread
With all those thoughts best left unsaid.
You're the Queen of Spades, but I'm the Ace,
And I think that trumps your painted face.
Fold your hand, you've lost again,
I'm here to collect your damning sin.
You sought to consume my fire
Within your tightly coiled embrace,
But I know the stench of burning hell
And recognized your timeworn face.
Soulless eyes, beguiling mouth,
Dressed in black and mournful air.
I lay, smoking, upon the chaise
You read my palm, combed my hair.
And then submitted, gracefully,
To the razor's edge, so keen;
A rose blossomed at your throat.
Another bloom I've had to wean...
Magnolia snows, heady scent wafting,
Covers you in a blanket of raining rose.
Sweet sanctuary, solemn and silent.
This, the altar of my recent repose.
Kiss me once, kiss me twice,
Then slide on back to Hell.
I've been telling you for eons, Child;
I don't play with others very well.
