fear in a frame?
or the picture of a girl?
with a gorgonesque stare
her scale covered hair
has got a snake in every curl.
with her forked tongue
and those ash colored eyes
get you down on the floor
naked and sore
first you shiver then you die
cut your fingers on the page
where those old wounds run deep.
still the taste of the sand,
rosary in her hand
haunt you in your sleep.
shiver,
you'll shiver through the night
i'm delivered,
vapid vulture to the light
gonna shiver and shiver and shiver and shiver
you'll shiver through the night
deceived by the sound
the pitter patter of little feet,
was the rhythmless rave
of your cloven hooved babe
calling to you from the street.
she taunts you as she dances
your genitals in the dirt.
your eternal heart aches,
your bones bend and break
but the beating barely hurts.
so desperate to love
but you just can't pretend
that her hands weren't claws.
your madonna was medusa in the end.
it's too late to keep your tongue from sliding
round the scales of the snake.
ride the snake