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Love Tainted Mine by Rose Muller
How should I know where to begin?
Telling God to get down on his knees
I'll mortar your immortal soul
And twist you into the obscene
It's better then fucking the devil
I'll take you beyond it
To the oblivion of dark adaptation
The bloody skin on my teeth
Consume the soul in the hollow
And wear those bones around your neck.
I can take it, you can take it
This ache of bitter torture
Tied to the bed, black sheets choke you
I'll twist my nails into your back
Waiting, waiting, patient as the spider
I'll slip the umbilical cord into your eyes
View that vortex from wince you came
I'd like you to be mine without divinity
So I'll take that innocence from you
You've fucked before but you've never been crucified
When you come to my throngs you're not returning
White light, innocence boy I'll tarnish what you knew
--I'll give you my past, you will give me yours
And you will never be able to be the same.
When you trust, you can't find your way back
I can bash you to pieces
You think you have the upper hand
But I hold the keys, the used and abused
Turn into the master and whore-maker
Aren't you wishing you'd ran away?
But you can't leave, even if I untie these ropes
The blood will make you stay my pain will make you stay
You can't go until I say.
How should I begin to tell you,
The ache you will feel it's a raw fire and stretching void
You can't shelter yourself with your hands
It works into the places you can't cover
You didn't know they were there
It'll creep up and chain you to me
It's better then a sex scene
We're severed by distance yet you can't stray from me
Neither can I get you out of my mind.
You're nothing to me, mean nothing
But I'm with you, battered in a ditch
The sleep of death
Inside my mind, inside my head
My only comfort, I know you're suffering too.
You're mine, you're mine I'm yours, I'm yours
You don't own me, I gave myself
And you can't protect me, you can't do anything
You do nothing, my soul is still alone
But you're a warm body beside me
And our souls send out the message a thousand times
But only when we touch can it be made whole...

Original Release: May 2005, Version I
Section: Poetry, Massacre, & Art