Thursday, 4 August 2005
i pass a needle into my vein and pump my blood full of dark foreboding and the feeling that i get is of cat fear that rattles my senses,
cat fear that treads on tick tack pinpricks and sends shivers of horrified self loathing up and down my spine,
oh spine of jelly,
oh fear of love and longing,
you are bubastis and i am the egyptian traveller that follows your caravan
so don't scratch me with your talons,
lest you rake my back in the throws of passion,
don't spit and snarl with devil teeth,
although you have every right.
i am the craven coward caught by the tail
and you are the other side of the black hunt.
as much as i may worship at your alter i am bound by the rules
that regulate me into dumb obedience
and tie me foot and hand at the doors of never-you-mind.
words by cocaine jesus