I arrive splashed with blood And try to fix my hair My sword upon our path It's better off there My name is read aloud And I menace through the door A thunderstorm of eyes watch As I'm fierce across the floor Candles spit and ribbons red Strings, bows and tune Dancers glide and passions collide I'm scouring the room I know my enemies, every one And white throats in pearls Carousel all about me The lace. Those ribbons in curls Cruelty is how they know me Kindness is not my gift A blade of glass my secrecy Is poised at my wrist They perish for my sadness I saw gold in your eyes Your gift here, tremendous Like the God between your thighs I leave splashed with blood Your ribbon locks my hair And all their joy was drowned Not, of course, that I care.
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