Someone’s been sticking pins
Into my waxen image.
The further they get screwed in,
The more I give up on living.
All I ever learned from you
Was how to satisfy a craving,
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading.
Figurine, spinning in endless motion.
Does she look serene, ‘‘til the cold blooded dance is over.
Guess you don’t know your own strength.
Brittle bones lay broken.
Hanging limp from a white fence.
Head smashed gaping open.
All I ever learned from you
Was how to satisfy a craving,
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading.
Figurine, spinning in endless motion.
Does she look serene, ‘til the cold blooded dance is done.
In its presence we grow weak.
In it’s absence seek its heat.
Fire that purifies the soul.
Cleanses and consumes us whole.
Porcelain figurine
Forever turning
Fixed expression
No emotion.
All I ever learned from you
Was how to satisfy a craving,
To give in to desire when the pulse is fading.
Figurine, spinning in endless motion.
Does she look serene, ‘til the cold blooded dance is over.
