| Painting pictures of the world she knows The one she likes to show to me A lady in red is a hundered years From where I seem to be There are no reasons to flee And no moon to give us dreams I'd like to die inside her her eyes By her side and in disguise So she'll never recognize This black shroud of swarming flies I know my flesh is terrified Her ruby eyes drowning lies Borderline sanctified I give her insects of the dead A lady dressed in deep red I lay her juniper to bed Russet memoirs of the dead Devoured sexless strands and threads A gaping hole in my head My lady dressed in the deepest of red |
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