You seek the why's and wherefore's,
The who's and what's and therefore's.
Rough and raw and rotten,
From love's last lie you leave,
And recalling what I had forgotten
I remember now to breathe.
You prise me open, probe the lair,
There's things inside without a care:-
Beasts blacker than obsidian,
Shotgun spectres, bright oblivion,
And I should know, I keep them there.
You ask for trust and timeframes,
Forever those lies and mindgames.
Black and blue and bloodied,
From fetish fun to fear,
Was it Torquemada who you studied
Or De Sade that you hold dear?
Bludgeon me open, but beware,
There's things inside that don't play fair:-
Dreams darker than a death-row deal,
Bladed nightmares, mad-moon glint on steel,
And I should know, I feel them there.
You play at God and good head,
Buddha wouldn't melt. You shithead!
Slick and sick and sordid,
Use, abuse and so on down;
What did I ever, to be so rewarded?
Fuck you, you fucked-up clown.
So rip me open, if you dare,
There's things inside that two can share:-
Psychoses, neuroses, not mine by right,
Property of a pill-popping pissant shite,
And we should know, we left them there.
I'll split you open, strip you bare,
There's things inside that you can’t scare:-
Muggers and buggers, molesters too,
Funboys and bumboys are all waiting for you...
Thought you should know, you’re going there.
Author notes
Some lyrics inspired by Metallica. Perhaps someone can write the music???
Written July 29th, 2005
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of unbridled art and things that matter
Phwoar! It's been such a long time since I've been here! And how I've missed this. And Metallica! Ah, childhooh.
Words like an unbridled horse in an arena of rhyme and poetry. Or a circus ring. Of bloody clowns and whores... sorry. I'll get on the commenting.
wherefore - that deserves an applause, all by itself. reminds me of N.Gaiman's 'Neverwhere'
Torquemada AND De Sade in one piece, no, in one stanza, how cool can anything get! Needless to say I've always loved De Sade.
Bludgeon me open, but beware,
There's things inside that don't play fair
-My Gods, I love these lines! They resonate inside the emptiness of the soulless bastard that is me
Fuck you, you fucked-up clown. - Excellent; and it reminds me of "The Devil's Rejects", too!
I must say that I love the whole of the second to the last stanza. Excellently strung. The last, too, awesome, awesome blast, yet, it feels like an implosion. Ecstatic, and in a dark sense. Sensual. Stimulating.
'Fucking nice', as I've learned, which I translated as 'That was bloody superb, I'm rather envious'
Best of luck in the contest, dearest.
Bisous.
gwen
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I love this! Good luck! Keep up the writing too!
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Yo, Renewal,
Enjoyed this challenge. Hope you enjoy my work.
Marc.
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