From lifetimes ago…
I’m not afraid of a little rain. After drowning in a river of tears. I’m getting my wings from this velvet. I’m tired of being displayed. You kept me pinned to your collection, my wings so delicately taut, piercing and pulling my colors, under glass, unnoticed and caught. I fly; I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands. I fly; I fly and try to find myself a place to land. I’ve stopped the drumbeats deep inside. I’ve stopped my body from reaching for yours. Falling with a vision, I burn to explore with a passion more savage; my blindness subsides. I fly with dream-flight eyes, in hope of finding a moonlit sky. I fly; I fly from black to light, no more velvet, no more lies. I fly, I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands. I fly, I fly from black to light, no more velvet, no more lies. I fly, I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands. I fly, I fly and try to find myself a place to land. The offers, shelters, fathoms, cocoons my fears, and lets them bleed. Entangled in these walls of silk, I hear your voice, but I do not heed. I fly; I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands. I fly; I fly and try to find myself a place to land.
Lady Joan was once a vision, but now she’s make-believe. She’s weak in the blink of an eye—a spotlight on an empty stage. Lady Joan is fading. She was once a vision of loveliness, but she’s going under, going gone. Her lights are out, her curtains drawn. Lady Joan sleeps, protected by thorns, for Daddy’s coming from down the hall, again, and again, and again. Daddy ain’t knocking; he slips silently in, again, and again, and again. She feels him now as she felt him then, again, and again, and again. With medication for sedation, she curls up in a ball. I hope she’s safe and sound, locked deep in her underground, safe behind her soundproof walls. Her longest days aren’t over yet; they’ve only just begun. Lady Joan’s become a prop, a toy collecting dust, sitting alone, weaving herself into fiction. For Daddy’s coming from down the hall, again, and again, and again. Daddy ain’t knocking; he slips silently in, again, and again, and again. She feels him now as she felt him then, again, and again, and again. She wants to come back. She wants to breathe. She’s searching for something concrete in her head. She wants to come back; she wants to breathe; she’s searching for something concrete in her head. She was once a vision. But now she’s make-believe. Going under, going gone. Her lights are out. Her curtains drawn. Lady Joan waltzes in moments of sorrow. In a childhood mirror, she looks in and sees her past. Once the fairest flower. She sees the petals he scattered. Daddy loved her; he loved her not.
Where are you gonna run to when that final day is here? Who’s gonna hide you when all things are made clear? Maybe you miscalculated. Maybe you got too good at looking the other way. And how long has it been since you stared dead into the face of how things are today? Oh, we’ve got to help each other. Oh, we’ve got to learn to love each other. When you look into the mirror, what is it you see? Could it really be? Have you sacrificed your soul? Are you now who you really want to be? Oh, we’ve got to help each other. Oh, we’ve got to learn to love each other. Just a little reminder from someone else who cares. Times are getting tougher, and deception is in the air. Don’t let them control your mind. You know what happens every time you let them. Hold fast to your dreams, and pretty soon it seems you’re living them. Oh, we’ve got to help each other. Oh, we’ve got to learn to love each other.
I remember being human. I remember the touch of my mom. I remember the times she’d hold me and told me that I wasn’t all bad. I remember being human. I remember the feel of the sun. I remember you and I were young lovers, all colors and textures and warmth. Do you remember the first time I kissed you? Do you remember the evils we shared? Do you remember my biting aggression? I could not kiss without leaving my mark. We are lovers for always, lips warm and red, just like wine. We are lovers for always, in the delicious taste of night. I remember being human. Thin flesh our only shield. I remember the world, cold and screaming, so sleek in its perilous notes. I remember the night so distinctly, biting away all human ties. I remember we danced in the frozen air and the heavens of stairways we climbed. Do you remember the first time I kissed you, innocent angel, unmarked, open arms? Do you remember just what it felt like when I took you, flesh and bone? We are lovers for always, lips warm and red, just like wine. We are lovers forever, in the delicious taste of night. We are lovers for always, lips warm and red, just like wine. We are lovers forever, in the delicious taste of night.
