So this is a prison
the silk and satin is for punishment
the spare time for retribution?
I hear the victim whisper in shadows:
"You took my life, now I give you life"
All that silk and satin entwine me
bring me down in luxury, all dissolved
I strain to hear his voice over the silence
"Life, life, life" it whimpers in staccato
never "death, death, death"
No, the issue is the lack of life
not the living death in life, nor death itself
Well, drape it all in silk and satin
don't spare a single limb: Silk upon satin
will dull it all and bring it down into docility
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-20 11:35:16
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