She explained in great detail
how her necklace was made from the bones of her late lover
(for sentimental reasons)
And as my head spun in nausea
I noticed how she parted her legs
enough to entice any man
But I wasn't interested in the entrance to Hell
I wanted a door I could leave through
Pacing the floor of the raging sea
the Madman of Mime waits for a lady
who will never arrive
gambling on the hereafter
he lets this life slip away
without a second thought
Playing the fool for no reward
the Madman of Mime makes it up as he goes along
He writes himself love letters that he never reads
Guinevere
Beyond reach
How can I tell you?
Let me lie on your doorstep
Where to sleep dreamless is peace
Where to live dreamless is death
Let me lie here
Guinevere
Guinevere
Under cloak of night
How can I hold you?
She's a trap
I can sense it
She doesn't move
except to turn the pages of a romance
I circle her and imagine
but that's as far as I'll go
because she's dangerous
I can feel it
Her glance is casual