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Terrible angels who call us
The sly upward turned corners
Of the mouth
Entice us leaving us breathless
Because the mad beauty found in the innocence of the eyes
Because her round face
And small eyes weave mysteries in the depths of them
Lean in I need you
The mist which swarms the room and my whole soul
Surely it is she, carved completely out of ivory
Who comes into the room dancing
Natural and simple, movements so light
I am in love with her.
Elation forms the joyful light kindled in my eyes
Pleasure displayed by the curve of my pale lips
I only wish to save myself, but I don’t know how.
I do what I’ve been taught and what I’ve been enabled to do
The mist which swarms the room and my whole soul
Seizes me with despair
I appear a butterfly, free to flutter my rainbow wings
I drop my arms listlessly and sink into the clouds with my slight body
Fallen entirely into submission.
Mystic attraction that draws me in to her
Handsome and elegant face
Utterly enchanting, satanic
There is something cruel in her charm
Which I wish I would mirror.
Now I understand, when she crushes me and I crush you
That the uncontrollable radiance in her eyes burn me
As she speaks the words
I am her doll.
Stick me with needles
And I will obey
She will eat her supper, and go away