TO THE THREE BLIND MICE (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE):
A NEWFOUND INNOCENCE
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by Vally
This mangled body lies before you,
Gutted and chewed
Your vampire�s kiss--
So soft and gentle--
With a razor�s edge.
And so it came to pass.
The night, bitter and cold,
Still cradled me,
Nipping at my fingertips.
Is this you?
Is it you who�s knocking on my door?
I always thought I�d be afraid!
For so long I was afraid...
But there�s nothing here.
Nothing but the bitter taste of madness--
Madness you created for me.
I can�t get the stains out.
I can�t get the stains out!
And I can�t wash away the bitter taste...
But there is a safety in HIS eyes--
A trust I thought I�d found in you--
But in HIS rabbit eyes I see the truth.
The hate I harbored melts away
Long enough for me to see you,
You as you really are.
This fragile creature stirs
And I am unafraid.
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