"hold me" - Your final grasp to life,
Sinking, past trees swept through the wind.
Living, buried between the snow and mist,
Screams, the soil calls out your name.

Life's clinging to your moral fabrics,
Torn by the weight that you hold.
Onto life dear child,
Relish this time for life's contours are stretched to a null.
And the pieces of flesh scrape away,
The temptation to consume the guilt's decay,
Plays heavy on the brush painting this picture.

Lace the ulcer with salt,
Don't hold back with the aeons of tears,
Streaming down her pale face,
Like the red running down her thighs,
So luscious and tender to eyes,
Like the beating of blood to vulva.

Mask this internal disease with vulgar beauty,
Deceive the nightfall with your corrosive toys,
Express your perversions, in dank solitude,
Paint the walls with you life, those walls with the cracks.

Exorcise the tingling mouth sores,
Amnesia,
A wishful pleasure in this moment.
The conscience,
Perturbed around the vulva,
Inhabiting the need for company.
The taciturnity,
Bred around her world,
Disturbed by her screaming labia.

But the essence of elegance still burns,
Through my eyes I see through her tepidness,
Oh the warmth emanating from encapsulation,
Yet her make, vehement incarnate.

And as this proof, gleams in the red puddles,
Glistening like the virgin snow, her body, palest, surrounds,
Undisturbed for eighteen unbearable years,
The still flesh, magnetic to all who gaze,
Upon this, embodiment - fornication,
Like the internal masking of her sickness, she knew
The external decadence sweeps away the chance of moroseness.

Misery embalmed, trapped like an amber snare.
Their tears they mask contempt.
All the passion she knew equalled into my chaos,
The pitched frenzy, the dash of crimson shot

A bed of temptation abhorred,
Whispers of transparent promises,
For this foundation,
For her end,
For this love,
For it’s end.

And clutch unto that broken branch of hope,
The loins of salvation dangle cynically.
Unravelling your, tragic, final curtain.

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meh.

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I'm sorry but when I go to the phrase "screaming labia" I busted up laughing out loud and it was downhill from there. Some of it had some gripping imagery, but some of it was just --well, I guess just not my thing. Bloody vaginas remind me of being on the rag or childbirth no matter what the rest of the content is. Since there are sick bastards out there that are into mutilation I suppose it might have some substance somewhere, but just a little too weird for my liking. Structurally and all that it seemed okay and flowed like the first day of .....nevermind.

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Meh, opinion noted. I wrote it on the seat of my pants about an hour ago, still trying to find out who the fuck it's about.....it, itself, is about wanting to lose virginity so desperatly whilst with someone that the subject looks anywhere....so, if the line invoked bloody vaginas....it wasn't supposed to. The subject chose wrong, the subject chose a bad bad man (whether with the other in the relationship or someone else)....blah blah blah.

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Oooo! You're a contortionist! I've never wrtten anything on the seat of my pants although the kid hung a "derr.." sign on my back once. heehee And once I went to work with my hair pulled back like always only there was a clothespin in it, too. I didn't realize it until someone at work midday asked me why it was there.

I tried to see this from the view you mentioned and got a lot better idea from it. It's still a little too "sexually anatomically" descriptive for me, but I'm just one opinion. I know there's a lot more to other other pieces than this one. You are quite good with creating imagery verbally so other things might be more appealing to me personally, but I'm not the only one out there reading it.

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I wish that metaphor was real, I wouldn't have to bother with all this music shit then.



Again, that may have been the point.....nothing but sex on the mind of the virgin queen/king who is coming of age. I don't usually use such obvious sexuall connotations and what not, it's just that they seemed to fit in with this set of lyrics. I suppose the fact that I can't get rid of the thought of getting laid tonight didn't help either. And you are right, there isn't much meaning to it.....just me trying to get shit off my chest in the best way I know how.

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Ohhh, so you're just after a little s/m type thing? lol Why didn't you say that, thilly?

Well, that's why I didn't want to gripe too much about it because I know "you kids" listen to things I wouldn't dream of. It wasn't a shock thing like when I first got "On the 3rd Day" by ELO and turned down my turntable everytime Bluebird is Dead came on because there was the "f" word on it and I didn't want my parents to hear that downstairs. It was a good song though. Good album for that matter.

Just do like the ole man and slam it in the door. You'll forget all about it.

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I try my best to avoid the "f" word.

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That's cool. It's not usually necessary, narrows your audience, and sometimes makes you look like you got no fetchin' up. Although it isn't like it used to be, it's still got stigmas. That's fine with me. I use it on occasion, but with discretion.

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Ha ha. Brill' metaphors. Sounds quite Finnish actually.

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