a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de the collector part 1: muse - light this city

lying here, inside a song, it seems, inside every song i’ve ever read-
written not by a bloodthirsty man, but a shock-hungry trend;
rags of flesh discarded on the ground,
eyes and ears hastily carved from heads while a frustrated surgeon searched for
something he feared he’d never find.
the flies have long since settled on their feast,
breeding maggots in the eyesockets of the deceased;
the walls and floor undulate under tiny beasts.
amidst the chaos and all the unclean a body lay cold, yet cared for,
st-tched up, yet pristine.
a bedside jar held entrails waiting to be fit inside her empty sh-ll.
she rested, queenlike, in this fragrant h-ll,
her arms smooth and white, sewn to hands missing fingers.
and i noticed her mouth was opened wide.
her pale hair flowed down to the floor, brushed and clean,
and next to several organs in gl-ss, floated two large blue eyes.
footsteps trampled down stairs; he was dragging another lucky bride.
i balled my fists, flexed my legs, and cursed my restraints,
a bad taste left in my mouth from biting through tape.
trying to build the perfect woman, i see.
how very creative… a love you can customize.
how many donors did you volunteer—now flayed, displayed,
and forgotten in dark corners if not for the stench they emanate?
am i joining the ranks?
what part of my body will you attach to hers?

- light this city

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS