As Deep as Your Flesh
Arsis
Once I walked with faith,
I found her foul and spat her out.
My absinthian guest, if only your charm were as deep as your flesh.
One night I walked with beauty,
I found her bitter and I insulted her.
Oh witches, oh beasts I have entrusted my treasure to thee.
Once I slept with grace,
I found her ill and full of bane, vain, and far sicker
Than the wrath of the Wicked King Wicker.
The smoke from her fire turned everything black.
So never think of me for the sake of sanity,
Although I’m found of your scars,
The failing of fervor, the crossing of stars.
Once I laid with beauty, and I laid her to rest.
If only, if only her charm had been as deep as her flesh.
The smoke from her fire turned everything black.