Obscene Eyedeas
August 20th, 2010, 03:10 PM
The positions and the faces, different each night, a slight
The grabbing, the fantasies, their fetishes became mine
The begging for death slowly stopped as the mask aligned
The girl became a shadow, as the clients fucked her senseless
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The nights that took my life from me.
Innocence was cast from her life in torment
As the hands groped and her sanity dwindled
Her hollow her niche the only way to survive
Encased, no escape from her spindle of death
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The life you stole was for me, usurpers.
Screaming at non existent voices in attempts to quell her insatiable thirst,
They screamed for their jobs to be finished, then the next client to be seen,
Dreaming of bloodshed she couldn't release, to be consumed from within
Her desires as dark as the nights, the dog collars, the cuffs, the pain
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
Servant to you I will never be, please
She does not know where she has been led, can't find her way back
She is lost in this place alone, no-one can reach this abyss to find her
She has long ago given up, cries for help were ignored as she rotted
Just one cut, one overdose and she will finish it, the pain can leave her
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The last eve of the life you bore me
She is reaching out one last time will you answer the call before she leaves on a solemn night,
On this very night she seemed to leave a message she knew would be unanswered.
She called so only one would understand, one who would not care
One who would understand, comprehend but not ever care enough to tell.
The grabbing, the fantasies, their fetishes became mine
The begging for death slowly stopped as the mask aligned
The girl became a shadow, as the clients fucked her senseless
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The nights that took my life from me.
Innocence was cast from her life in torment
As the hands groped and her sanity dwindled
Her hollow her niche the only way to survive
Encased, no escape from her spindle of death
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The life you stole was for me, usurpers.
Screaming at non existent voices in attempts to quell her insatiable thirst,
They screamed for their jobs to be finished, then the next client to be seen,
Dreaming of bloodshed she couldn't release, to be consumed from within
Her desires as dark as the nights, the dog collars, the cuffs, the pain
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
Servant to you I will never be, please
She does not know where she has been led, can't find her way back
She is lost in this place alone, no-one can reach this abyss to find her
She has long ago given up, cries for help were ignored as she rotted
Just one cut, one overdose and she will finish it, the pain can leave her
You sit on your thrones in my stead
Each of you holding a piece of my lead
Yet none of you left the indent of greed
The last eve of the life you bore me
She is reaching out one last time will you answer the call before she leaves on a solemn night,
On this very night she seemed to leave a message she knew would be unanswered.
She called so only one would understand, one who would not care
One who would understand, comprehend but not ever care enough to tell.