Music For The Recently Bereaved/The Actress
Tonight rains for us only for the sick and the lonely
For the hollow and broken the firmament tears
Tonight rain falls for us only forgiving absoluting guilt
Proviidng a mask to disguise the depravity we seek
When she became all that she became there was nothing left to recognise
The emptiness kills so she fucked herself dry and could no longer try
To feel anything inside a black and white still of the actress at night
Captured in monochrome for the theatre wall
The mirror can not reflect the beauty she expects
And there is nothing left to lose or to gain in the end
When she became all that she became there was nothing left to recognise
There is no-one left to remember you when I am gone
Dead London sighs dense anxiety out of black Westminster lungs full of sickness.
A decomposing clamber that infects his every puddle grazed foot foward, while the population dreams safely asleep
All the danger, lies in you
This is not the beginning of the end
Confronting, confusing , distorting time
confronting, confusing distorting life
Vicarious Lover
I'm not myself I am the actor waiting the cues
Unknown direction From unknown directors
Actions that haunt the invisible audience
See me, in the reflection as I saw you
This distance means nothing it has to be nothing
Final performance redefine the actions
Come back as a flower come back as a rose
Through the ageless void through the camera eye
We are all the same I know and you know
This is rehearsed this is rehearsed
He travels by night, journeys without destination in cold buses and cold patrons without features He wonders if indeed they are anything like him without identity or soul, berift of purpose, condemned to exist in the small hours. Not real people at all, rats and maggots incapable of keeping the rhythm of humanity, sent alone to survive outside the hive. Distinct from the dealers, pimps, burglars and filth, at least they posess a crass purpose, fighting for urban surival amongst themselves.
Contaminating Lambeth street corners under pestilential night skies they retreat among dawn light bleeds through clouds and the city stirs from slumber.
The Fucktrance
This is the final final portrait of the artist
No integrity left or forgiveness
Dependant on the value she bestows on the ego
The poison reflects the ultimate narcissist when the taste of wine has gone
Narcissist we drink dead waters
When there are no more words left to say only aching terrified sobs
Terrified sobs I still taste you on my lips
And on my fingers the taste of you inside
It was but yesterday we met in dreams
Hourglass
Broken hours enter twine before words that can define
The shape of empty space in shadows of nobel grace
Alter shape to disguise human form that we despise
Sadness we swallow whole is grief beyond control
We are the sex people
Fold your arms around the night breathe my dear you're slipping
Fall into the black of night tears are falling into the rain
LONDON speaks into the night take my hand and slip away
We are the sex people
The House Of Black Light
Enter the house of dismay
Perfect pentagram painted on the ceiling
Light of the candles holes in the walls
Holes of terror shaping her mind
I've come to dominate
The house of black light where visions fade
And mirrors gleam with disgust they know my secrets
This dead house of despair I've come to dominate
The Ultimate Narcissist
There is a sorry for his suffering it grips him follows him through the streets of London
For without her he is without god
You have to understand I'm jealous of everything that moves
With obsession he takes her hand
There is a sorrow to his suffering through the streets of London
Detached from the banality of men who dwell in lesser ideals
Evoking s sense of her forming a diary of hate
You have to understand I'm jealous of everything that moves
With desire encapsulates her she deceived as much as she loved but with just her step he forgives
He wanted her for a lifetime left only with his hatred no longer does he suffer residing deep within her
Yet when parted reduced to a nihilist with obsession he takes her hand with desire encapsulates her
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