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- LIVING GODDESS IN DYING FLESH -
”They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What's blood for if not for shedding?”
I lay my hand onto your pale skin
To feel your veins throbbing for a touch of sin
Pumping smoothly, a crimson river
A taste of fever waits to begin again
I lay you out, shivering, naked
A canvas, my lovely, I’ll make you famous
Panting softly, heaving of your breasts
Do you like my caress, my dearest taken?
don’t close your eyes
i want you to see
i want you to feel
i need you to
SCREAM
I stay my hand once more to witness
The terror, my lovely, and oh so wetness
Running sweetly dripping from your thighs
I see it in your eyes, a kindred sickness
don’t close your eyes
i want you to see
i want you to feel
i need you to
SCREAM
Can you feel
The biting
The cutting
The loving
The tearing?
I need you
The breathing
The living
The screaming
The dying
I will make you
More than you are
More than He made
Immortalized
The canvas of the grave
Hallowed
A living goddess
In dying flesh
Now that I have painted with the blade
Let out one last whimper, remember that day
That we met as I split you open?
A saw, a rope and the canvas of the grave
don’t close your eyes
i want you to see
i want you to feel
i need you to
SCREAM
Can you feel
The biting
The cutting
The loving
The tearing?
I need you
The breathing
The living
The screaming
The dying
I will make you
More than you are
More than He made
Immortalized
The canvas of the grave
(c) 2017 Frank Green
The opening is quoted from the film, Candyman
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