The other side of the silhouette of your darkness

Estée Lauder powders cheek-bone contours
Your L'Occitane admits a radiant glow
you splash your Dior upon your collarbones
your Elizabeth Arden is just for the observers show
 
You have a diamond quartz studded rolex
you have a hand-made silken crimson dress
but you cant get the darkness out of your mind
now your watch is ticking backwards in tantalising time
 
The cold winter nights could blow you into a scramble of bone
I've picked up the pieces of the puzzle to put you back together
A anthropologist to re-build you from darkness
with surgeons hands i'll revive the candle what seemed not to burn so bright
 
You do your Peggy doo lane,  
with a backcombed mane
with a Quaalude dilated brain,  
it was the 70's range,
snapping your thumb and finger again and again
I'm still waiting for them words....
It will be the first time you've said something in the last 24 hours
 
Darkness in you is fuelled by a denial of the truth
is it a defense for the love i have for you
 
You shot me a blizzard of blubbles out of your bubble blower gun
you sucked your sherbet dip stick (whilst looking into my eyes)
 and bit the heads off teddy bear gums (whilst looking into my eyes)
still... you haven't said anything in the last 24 hours
 
You launder your love so it can't be found
hidden in disguise, you left peices of yourself all over town
Edie Sedgwick cropped hair, dishevelled and chipped with texture
in a cocaine after-image, I can see your hallucinations  
 
In the darkness that is fuelled by a denial of the truth
is it a defense for the love i have for you?
 
I can taste your demonic appetite
for self-destruction and needless to mention
the burning desire to pour passion on the fire
I've been blessed, to see the other side of your silhouette of your darkness
 
You examined your jewelery
like you was a gemmologist
you put the bracelet on the back of your hand
then put it on your wrist in a string of amethysts
 
As the clouds descend over your psyche
I'm still waiting for them words that will show me
 
In the heat of a sunray
cloaking you out of your darkness
I had to angle the prism  
to get the refracted sharpness
my cheetah skin mistress
I'm reflecting the colours out of your eyes
i dont know what I'm hoping to find
 
With a razor, you made your mind up to say the words that you savoured
still... you haven't said anything in the last 24 hours
 
In blood red calligraphy you spelt out them words..
up the walls, in blood, it was spoken so pure...
 
 "I don't love you anymore"