Done
When the mixing starts do the trappings fall off the wall The wire tying the masks to our necks are unwound And the ugly truth of our looks are giving to the house of horrors The witching hour is upon us Wait till the light burns down to a stub Flesh out those old wounds Let the fever run its course The blood must be black The gore must be sweet with infection The mist of musk sprayed Will attract the most ruthless To mate with the demons below Let the fun begin with a party of sin Let the wallowing be in familiar filth Let the remainder of our days be in the squalor of bliss Bless us for we are undone The wave is coming down And the shore has no more sand We will all be crushed And drawn out to sea Never to wish upon the star Again
You Called Love
I went to Japan and caught a virus A horrible vindictive devastating disease When I first returned it was still incubating But by the time my import arrived It had spread from my heart to brain I proposed to stop being cold and alone And this cured me temporarily But my import had to leave To say good bye to her family And the cold loneliness has struck ten times as hard as before I wait shivering in the dark for her Autumn, the season of dieing is approaching Winter, the season of the dead will follow Then she's to return with the spring Like a cherry blossom with a perfect smile Infected with her love I search for free meds at the library I have season after season of TV shows on hold She has found her way throughout the whole of me So the only useful medication dulls reality I get emails almost daily and respond quickly It's like eating potato chips Eating one isn't enough Eating one means the next one must be eaten faster It's autocatalytic The act of loving causes love to occur more strongly I'm doomed And then I'm going to get married