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You sing love songs
Dedicated to objects
And I sit in shadows
Waiting to be their subject
You name your guitar
And worship her strings
Your fingers bleed
Among other things
And I sit in the shadows
Though in plain sight
You sing to the darkness
And live for the night
You shrug off sleep
“A waste of time”
You kiss your cigarettes
With unreal passion
I get the aftertaste
The afterthought
And I sit in shadows
Waiting to be seen
You caress the ivories
And dance in ebony
Your pallid tone
Sets off your eyes
Admirably
Make love to the crowd
Like I’m not around
I sit in shadows
In the spotlight
It makes no difference
You’re not mine tonight
Serenade the microphone
With curled back lips
Fingers in hair
Hands on hips
I sit in shadows
And watch
You
Leave
Me
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Ode of Darkness
Brush her strings
Stroke the keys
Make love to the ivories
Odes of darkness
Leave your mouth
practise being so uncouth
Deftly strum
And play and sing
I’m the queen without a king
Left behind on the ballroom floor
Wait in the darkness, there’ll be no encore
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Deliver
Deliver me another fine dose
Holding the wicked blade much too close
Come be my oblivion dearest
And we’ll see who mumbles the clearest
Run from the darkness, into the dawn
Asking ourselves why we were born
I’d give it all up to see your greens
And we’ll paint over what could have been
Invent histories that couldn’t exist
‘Cause we were all caught, tangled betwixt
Brush my skin with ivory fingers
You want to leave, but still you linger
Mutter her name, but make it mine
Let us not lie, it is much too kind
Tear out my wings, leave me to the ground
The way you do cruelty’s almost profound
Because I love the way you hurt me
I blind myself to what I can see
The pain you inflict, better that bliss
Prefer you to bite me than give me a kiss
But that’s my problem, my disease
My symptoms, I find that you can ease
You’re just content to watch me bleed
And I’m too busy still begging ‘please‘.
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Whisper
The way you whisper ‘masochist’
Excites me so much it makes me sick
The perfect southern drawl enchants me
Your vernacular is ecstasy
For my weak oral fixation
Wicked looks lead me into temptation
So I sit on my hands and behave
Knowing your sultry voice could save
But it’s not for me, that much is clear
You’re whispering sweet nothings in who’s ear?
My patience is quite formidable
Wait ‘til you find me desirable
What can I do if you don’t even look?
Waiting in shadows, gluttonous crook
I adore your sweet brand of torment
That makes my feelings all the more ardent
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