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Darkness Within
She whispers in delicate songs filled with white lies
Lucy seduced me when I blinked my tired ancient eyes
Hypnotized by her slippery wicked red-lipstick smile
Enticing me with erotic visions and otherworldly guile
Her haunting eyes hypnotized me with their alluring gaze
Stimulating my muse she lit my vaporous soul ablaze
My queen casts splintered shadows out of her fiery crown
Looking up at one to whom I willfully bowed down
She brought happiness to a heart thought dead so long ago
Falsely beating hope into dark places I can never again go
Still her deception led to what was an unholy resurrection
Where life and death metamorphosised in a dysfunctional erection
As she blew French bourbon blues through a magical flute
And plucked my bleeding veins strung upon her devil's lute
All along I was nothing more than a sad song to be played
Another pawn left to wonder if life is more than a painful death delayed
But what does it matter if she is Lucifer come to torture my lost soul
Or a figment of my fragmented imagination falling out of control?
Yet I cannot shake the sneaking suspicion that others are to blame
Either way I'm a broken fool captured by a shrew no heart can tame
Lucy seduced me when I blinked my tired ancient eyes
Hypnotized by her slippery wicked red-lipstick smile
Enticing me with erotic visions and otherworldly guile
Her haunting eyes hypnotized me with their alluring gaze
Stimulating my muse she lit my vaporous soul ablaze
My queen casts splintered shadows out of her fiery crown
Looking up at one to whom I willfully bowed down
She brought happiness to a heart thought dead so long ago
Falsely beating hope into dark places I can never again go
Still her deception led to what was an unholy resurrection
Where life and death metamorphosised in a dysfunctional erection
As she blew French bourbon blues through a magical flute
And plucked my bleeding veins strung upon her devil's lute
All along I was nothing more than a sad song to be played
Another pawn left to wonder if life is more than a painful death delayed
But what does it matter if she is Lucifer come to torture my lost soul
Or a figment of my fragmented imagination falling out of control?
Yet I cannot shake the sneaking suspicion that others are to blame
Either way I'm a broken fool captured by a shrew no heart can tame
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