A silent woman parts her lips
To speak before she ought
She makes a cross of her
emotions
And a panic of her thoughts
Out of her mouth she comes in rages
Like Vesuvius
in heat
She runs ahead of her intentions
Though shes programmed for defeat
By the
hunger and the hatred
The prostitution of her nature
She has given and forgiven
For to
give her cunt forgave her
To the longing for a loving hand
Or fist or cock or spike
But
you know you cannot reach her
Till shes taken back her life
Help me, help me, help me
breathe...
A lonely child of fourteen finds her future in a drum
She plays for present
day omissions
And for whom she must become
Out of her passion breaks the stillness
Of a
solitary mind
A strict devotion to the rhythm
With a substitute for time
She looks
out of her window
At the changes in the sky
She never wants to leave her
sanctuary
Bedroom, books and lies
But shes grown up on the outside
With an instinct for
the pain
That drives the men inside her wild
The women wanting her insane
Help me,
help me, help me breathe...
Both lovers bring their cameras
To the beach on New Years
Eve
They are expecting nothing other
Than to see what they believe
Four feet walking
toward the lighthouse
In the freezing winter rain
She flashes stately in the
distance
Humming her somnolent refrain:
You are here now, you are here now
There is
nothing left to fear now
With each step the sun is sinking
Though the truth is less
unclear
They have won a thousand battles
They have wrung their own demise
Now they are
standing still and weeping
For a love they cant despise
