No prayers can reach me here
No light can touch
Among reduced Bibles, cigarettes and drugs
I carve your name in my flesh
Listen… Listen…
…then come and take my hand
Tongues, Tongues
Speak the little girls name
Tongues, Tongues
… shame, shame
Innocence will never kiss me again
Never lick my stiched scars
Your lipstick’s between the legs of hell
Mixed with speed and blood
The eggs grow in her open wrists
It has started now…
Her taste is on my lips and tongue
The taste of white medicines
…Listen …Listen …
I’ll come and take your hand! |
