My Masters Table
Open your soul to my mind, forget anything else you knew in time, forget our passion beneath the blades of our sin, forget nothing but let me in, forget me I am free , forget me ....
never fear if I am hanging onto my skin, your blood lets me breathe , breathe again, I am me , you're in my veins, I am my skin falling off the fear of bathing within the suns of time your veins talk to me , they speak as ever lasting life, they call me in the Middle of the night , hang on , just a bit longer,
let me tell you about my little lies,
you tell your stories , I tell my time , your laughing at me , I am in my bribe , you're falling off my skin , I am within your mind, hold on , just a bit longer , do not give in , for if you wait on me a bit longer I will talk you in.
I sit and hold my breath only to close my eyes, your fucking with me , your fucking with my Mind,
sit upon the table , bring me your knife, sit upon my table count nothing but my lies, fall upon the lap of punishment , fall upon my apples and vines, my kiss of poison is all in your mind, it's all in your mind,
Worms fall off my flesh , they rot beneath my veins , I have been around for such a very long time , I am bored , I am bored with your lies, your fake love within my mind, your torture brings me pain, your veins of love it falls in my thighs my home of screams , your lies , fall upon the breast of the passions of my mind, your falling fast I can feel your breath , don"t leave me so fast its only just that, I will hold you as you take your last breath I will crawl in your Skin till your death , why do you beat as though you can crawl beneath my tables of fears, I am the Queen of this Castle I am the queen that is your fear,
you counted me as a loss you counted me as your crime, you counted my life as though it didn't matter , it was all a waste of time, see in my world and my prisons I am with fire in my veins, I watch as the fire grows as nothing you have seen so before, it floats to the heavens and back down to my floor, wait upon my master to give me your time, I am only my own prisoner , there is nothing in your mind..
You cannot have the feast that I found at my table for the apple was selected for me , they where prison before time , they where my punishment and fed upon the feast over time, I will cut as though the blood stains have a white across the tongues and lasting bite, they crawl out beneath my skin to take my Knife,
My knife falls upon my own skin it cuts as though it is lace and potions within time, my master calls upon my flesh to take back his life, its my own time my own prisons but the Master that sits at my table was always there feasting upon my life."My Masters Table