Twisted Chain Of Events (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.8 | Outro) - Poem by Nicole D'Settemi
Want to drink you like arsenic
Guarantee you'll appreciate this part of it
You're deadly, just like poison
Those precious heavy metals
Watch the rose, she wilts
As you see all those petals
Gently hit the ground
And, you shout:
"Don't you move-
Don't make a sound! "
My throat; I'm gagged
My hands are taped and bound
And, I'm enslaved because I'm dying
You're just that God damned good;
Got me in circles, goin' ‘round and ‘round, right round!
Dizzy from a deadly dance on this ominous merry-go-round
It's like poison through my veins
It's the bout I lost
As you announce your reign
You have me weakened, I can't breathe
Unless it's you, you're all I see
The poison (you) , seeps through my stream
In a sprint
You catch the scream!
Those gorgeous heavy metal notes
Dripping down my face, I'm soaked!
Blood in my hair
I bow to you
I say: "my God just spoke! "
I kiss your feet
Then I start to float
Drifting up or falling down-
Can't decipher which way
Until I'm dead on the ground!
Now, I can't make that peep
Can't make a sound
Because you're so good
You got me one minute in the round
My soul is lost
Only my sexuality is found
And, I twirl in this madness
Like I don't know I am bound-
To you right now, and forevermore
I'm your sinning saint
I'm your virginal whore.
Forever, I feel you
And, I just want more
Should have considered all this
Should have thought of this before
But it's too late
I'm contorted on the floor
Body surrendered, to you
You know the score:
It's a knock-out baby
It's death, death galore!
I hear that roar
© 2019 Twisted Chain of Events (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.8)Nicole D'Settemi
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