you like to hide behind curtains of
greasy spilt end hairs
and watch the world
through a filtered mask
so nobody can laugh at your bruised face,
or slash you with hand-shielded giggles
from young girls
with silly plaits and ribbons
sunlight can't penetrate
so hate breeds freely
and spreads an unstoppable virus
to the depths of your toes
and tips of your crooked, claw-like fingers
which you devoured his eyes with
and left him unable to cry
and he forgot to die
or even send you roses
on february the fucking fourteenth
one unforgettable day
the winds of truth will arise
and we'll see your true eyes
stained with the souls
of buried relationships
and shining with sabres
sharp shimmering sabres
that slice hearts in two
kill everyone who comes within two feet
of your sweet
precious complexion.
but even the freezing cold ice
of late winter can't chill
your piercing glances
or late night trances
and psychedelic dances
peace and love, far out
said the poisonous acid
but this ain't the swinging sixties
and you ain't the fucking queen
but with the purple robes
and glimmering jewels
you think you can be
or at least, think you should be
so boys on muddy knees
queue round the corner
hold out circular treasures
they bought from market
and dream of being princes
riding strong irish geldings
but all you want from them
is satisfaction and adoration
exultation and glorification
but never any justification
as if your miniscule
gravitional pull
could really force the globe
to spin round you
you do know that
everyone hates autocracy
and people eat puppies
just like you told them
as their heart stopped beating
i don't care
about crowns and money
i just want to see
your hands turn bloody again
when one of your victims
spontaneously combusts
in your pathetic weak arms
