2003-12-26 - jezebel
maybe I was gathering
in fields where trappings call
hunters who would rather sing
of conquest, bait and fall
maybe it was tantamount
to self-defeating introspection
maybe it was all about
the needing of some heart protection
domesticating
complicating
debillitating
prowler dating
what a set-up, I dare say
the day
I strayed
and came her way
a wilderness wherein she'd play
alluring hunters where she lay
a different kind of game is this
a fishnet stalking scientist
ingenius perpetrator bait
which doesn't differentiate
the ones who dare from those who care
all attractees there ensnared
all bleeding liberal hearts beware
no prospectors nor braves are spared
she doesn't know what lies in wait
the web she spins becomes your fate
if you attend her woeful sighs
her silent eyes and silky thighs
her time of season won't expire
you'll drown in her secret desire
another captive in her song
this is the trap of love gone wrong
she doesn't know who locks the door
she doesn't know what love is for
she doesn't know she plays the whore
so quoth the raven, "never more"
I fell into this heart abyss
I sever silken chord to drift
I never felt it quite like this
a rise and fall, a push and lift
and one by one I see the stares
of phantoms who have been ensnared
and those who really couldn't care
all parts of hearts entrapped in there
the unbeknownst and unbenign
the birds in cages intertwined
with interlacing plants defined
by thicket, bramble, climb and vine
and there within the hollow ache
a little girl who couldn't fake
the venom of her own mistake
sucking nourishment to live
from all who came to take or give
injecting fluid to embalm
and keep each soul sedate and calm
a little here, a little there
synthetic tear and feigned dispair
until the wanton wish to cease
might fill them with a sweet release
though once enslaved to passion's will
they now conspire to rise and kill
supplanted with her will to die
and end her never ending cry
and thus her self destructive lust
consumes them with this blinding trust
to aid, assist and perpetrate
her plot to prove that "love" is hate
and justify her course of action
death for sexual attraction
a price tag for their satisfaction
which ignores the chain reaction
of the ravaged heart she holds
violated in the folds
of life's successive sickning molds
the aching in the deep foretold
and as I kneel to catch my breath
I pray that I escape this death
not looking back as fire and smoke
engulf the city angels stoked
her ashes cannot reinvoke
the ancient kiss where hunger stroked
but love is such a sappy bloke
it still recalls the words she spoke
"within me there exists the dear
who is kind-hearted and sincere
the part of self that I present
unto the charmee with consent
as I deceive and draw them in
all attractees, all the men,
who think I'm sweet and innocent
who only see what I present
who, at my bidding, boringly
fall at my feet adoringly..."
and so I weep at her demise
watch her smoke rise in the skies
the blood and fire, fallout too
and all the captives in her zoo
there but for the grace of God go I
caught up in her sweet alibi
caught up in twisted, silky mesh
just for the pleasure of her flesh
delivered from this sweet demise
by light and vision - spiritual eyes
delivered from this diamond curse
detached from this one way ride herse
set free from going bad to worse
and humbled by this final verse
there but for grace of God go I
escaped from her sweet alibi
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