David's Core

The place beyond death

Monday, June 06, 2005

Nymphetamine

Evanescent like the scent of decayI was fading from the race
When in despair, my darkest daysRan amok and forged her face
From the fairest of handmaidens toA slick perverted wraith

Nymphetamine

Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket of stars
She was all three wishes
Sex, sex, sex

A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me

Two tracksBric-a-bracSomething passed between usLike a bad crack
Upward-litI'd met another kind
Of ratIn factWith every rome inside meLicked and ransacked
She haunted at the corners of my mind
In blackCataractsWouldn't whitewash awayHer filthy smoke stack
She burnt me like a furnaceFor my future suicide

Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V'' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appearLike a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soonCome above unto me?
For once upon a timeFrom the binds of your lowliness
I could always findThe right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incisionIn my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
SunsetterNymphetamine

Sick and weak from my conditionThis lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None betterNymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamineNymphetamine girlNymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey
Back in the forestWhere whispers persuade
More sugar trailsMore white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fold to my armsHold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moonAs we did in those golden days
Christening starsI remember the way
We were needle and spoonMislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tombI'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soonCome above unto me?
For once upon a timeFrom the binds of your lowliness
I could always findThe right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incisionIn my heart, that barless prisonDiscolours all with tunnel visionSunsetterNymphetamineSick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addictionTo her alone in full submission
None betterNymphetamine
SunsetterNymphetamine (Nymphetamine)
None betterNymphetamine

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