From Her Lips Fell Toads.
Shall I tell you what happens to girls like you?
Little lasses with tongues of flint,
Blessed with beauty, but nothing more
Empty space lurks behind your bright eyes
In which festering cruelty swirls incessantly.
To love you is to fill your heart with glass.
When you open your mouth, toads fall out
Their little legs waving and warty hides exposed.
You cast a glamour, you weave a spell
And all the ones around you see pearls.
Pearls before swine?
Only if the swine is you, little girl.
But my eyes penetrate the facade-
You feel it, I know you do.
Why else do your snake-eyes fill with such hate?
And your tone drips pond scum and vile sewage.
Your words are blackened with the pollution of your soul.
A soul I feel sorry for- so black and withered.
A pitiful, small thing, slowly starving to death.
It reaches out with curved claws-
Begging for an embrace, to stroke its concave cheek.
But I would never touch such a poisonous thing-
It would writhe like an adder in my hand
Twisting, bending, fangs extended
Dripping with belladonna,
With napalm
With death
I can see in the orange glow of its gaze-
It would steal my heart
It would puncture it.
My ribs all shattered and pulled outwards-
A bent, twisted prison of ivory.
Would I be filled with the same loathing, the same emptiness?
I do not want to see with the eyes of the death.
Keep your withered soul-
Find another source of prey.
You kill your loved ones, little girl
Every time a smile is followed by a dagger in the back.
Flee this place, leave them be
If any part of you is capable of mercy.
Resent me, degrade me.
This is how it must be.
Little lasses with tongues of flint,
Blessed with beauty, but nothing more
Empty space lurks behind your bright eyes
In which festering cruelty swirls incessantly.
To love you is to fill your heart with glass.
When you open your mouth, toads fall out
Their little legs waving and warty hides exposed.
You cast a glamour, you weave a spell
And all the ones around you see pearls.
Pearls before swine?
Only if the swine is you, little girl.
But my eyes penetrate the facade-
You feel it, I know you do.
Why else do your snake-eyes fill with such hate?
And your tone drips pond scum and vile sewage.
Your words are blackened with the pollution of your soul.
A soul I feel sorry for- so black and withered.
A pitiful, small thing, slowly starving to death.
It reaches out with curved claws-
Begging for an embrace, to stroke its concave cheek.
But I would never touch such a poisonous thing-
It would writhe like an adder in my hand
Twisting, bending, fangs extended
Dripping with belladonna,
With napalm
With death
I can see in the orange glow of its gaze-
It would steal my heart
It would puncture it.
My ribs all shattered and pulled outwards-
A bent, twisted prison of ivory.
Would I be filled with the same loathing, the same emptiness?
I do not want to see with the eyes of the death.
Keep your withered soul-
Find another source of prey.
You kill your loved ones, little girl
Every time a smile is followed by a dagger in the back.
Flee this place, leave them be
If any part of you is capable of mercy.
Resent me, degrade me.
This is how it must be.