You touch my cheek
And, feeling tears,
You pull away immediately
You lie back and let me stumble
Through words I have no experience with
You lay passive and
Don't touch me
'Cause I'm supposed to be your doll
And
Dolls don't cry
You snarl at me from the other room
Easy words fall from your lips
And hit me hard
You withdraw and clutch your throat
When I've had enough and have my say
I'm not supposed to react because
I'm a doll
Dolls don't cry
So I'll sit in my corner
Still and silent
And do nothing but
Gather dust
I won't blink
Lips won't twitch
Breast won't rise
Heart won't beat
Because I'm a doll
Dolls don't cry
They shatter
Warning: I issue a call
Not to arms but to words
To people
To true revolution
To taking back the American Dream
And destroying the nightmare that's replaced it
To sowing chaos in the ranks of the authority
To spreading the love of freedom
And the freedom of love
To all who'll take them for everything they're worth
To taking back Life
To throwing off monotony
And our self-imposed chains
I issue a call
To words
To speech
To demonstration
To people
Because we have not forgotten what
Our gods once promised us.
Wolf-girl
Your glamour hisses beneath coals and ash
False skin burnt and peeling to the deepest layers
Giving a glimpse of your true nature
Wolf-girl
Descended from incubi and female folly
True self bound to worldly lies and material stagnation
Filled prophesy and Cassandra truths
Wolf-girl
With no one to turn to
And nowhere to run
No forests to roam in and no cities to burn
Wolf-girl
How trapped you are
Between the mundane and the fantasy
Doomed to self-destruction
We dabble in globs of self-destruction
And indulge in the colors we paint with them
Your skin a canvas
Of melted flesh
Branded by your own convictions
And daring those who look down on you
To face you on your own turf
Gritted teeth and
Gaping maw
Your eyes flashing with the oldest sorcery
Shape-shifter
Skin-walker
The most beautiful demons lurk behind your eyes
I thought you were supposed to be
Saving me-
Placing me on a sacred altar
And not a funeral pyre
That stinks to high heaven of kerosene.
You and Mary both know where I've been.
So weren't you supposed to be
Saving me?
Is this salvation by fire
The only way to pull me up,
Bring me back as a whole person,
Charring the husk and releasing the
Seeds for rebirth?
O, your heart
To me it's nothing at all
I feel it when we fall asleep embracing
When I hear it, it sets my own to racing
But no, it means nothing, nothing at all
O, your heart
It's no great prize after all
There is no grand reward
In retrieving the Apple of Discord
So your heart means nothing, nothing at all
O, your heart
To me it's nothing at all
It's just a thought I like to carry
And not having it makes me wary
But your heart means nothing to me all
O, my heart
It's nothing to anyone at all
It's kept me going all these years
Beating relentlessly through all the tears
And it means nothing to you after all