Bloody Words

Purification

Give me the dark, dark of the night.
Give me hot flight with powder and blood.
Give me your sex and give me your fight,
On a wave of emotions let me drown in your flood.
Give me the heat of your sweet inner treat,
Let me perform 'til the dawn that sweet, sweatful feat.
Let me run with the wolves and hook in my claws.
Let the blood of my enemies fall to the floor.
Let me feast on their flesh and their meat and their bones,
Let me take their remains and dance through the days,
Then plant them and wait until new ones have grown.
Wreath my gold skin in lightning and flame,
Let me blame every other, every love that I smother,
For this mess I call life, for this runaway train.
Let me take all these idiots,
Walking
And talking
And balking through life,
And stalk them at night with my flashing red knife.
Let their screams fill my ears, oh those poor little dears,
Let their dreams brim with beams of my anarchic grin,
As it smiles at the death of their hopes and my fears.
Though it's toothless it's ruthless, the truth is it's been
In the devils fair playground to sing songs of sin.
With all of these things wrapped within my soft skin
Lies a sharp maze of razors dressed in red and black blazers,
Just to loosen the sharpness of their edge I begin
Drinking whisky with chasers of vodka and gin.
Let me be all of these and have all of that
While I stalk through my life like a predator cat.
I want moments of genius, moments of doubt,
I want to float above all on electrical clouds.
To be cleansed by the ions which ever are charged,
To scorch and to sear and blacken my skin,
I'll take it all in, in my stride while I march.
Then on the sweet point of death, while I smoke on the floor,
I can lift up my head to where angels dare tread
And say what needs be said;
I just want to be pure.