My soul invades your flesh,
I feel renewed,
Electricity burning in blue-red streams,
Incompassing all my dreams,
I've come to the conclusion that you're still dead,
But the memory remains,
No mastery of puppets this movement is,
Backwards and falling upward,
Like Alice's deck of cards,
Teasing the soul with a painted smile,
Come to me and breathe against my flesh,
There's desire in my eyes,
A touch could set the world on fire,
So take wisps of my hair,
A voodoo doll to make,
Infectious and tedious-- you called me that even then,
Blown kisses and out candlelight,
No more tears forangels nor demons,
For I am free-- and create my own.
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