The Scorning (part three of a trilogy)

[the tourist]

The spider web spun over lips touching, bloodsucking
Fever spikes out of control and it threatens like fire
Bowl into the fray and spin the surface estranged
Hollowed out shell of a romance in violent
Strokes with a paintbrush and rusted like cast iron
Weather damaged in the rain, broken heart divides again

Smashed on the floor with your name etched in each wrist
Memories motion picture vivid
God help me forget
And I’ll burn all of your letters
Cos your hurricane left me so bitter
And the graceful swarms of never
Come crushing like your kiss

Razorblades wielded by Hurricane Girlfriend
Carved out my feeling through fissures in stone, bleeding lava
Destroy in its flood everything, the stain of the sear and the sting
Beautiful flowers wilt, wither, and die in the midsummer twilight
The scorn and the cyanide kiss off
The tearing of the seems, the words of betrayal still ring

Smashed on the floor with your name etched in each wrist
Memories motion picture vivid
God help me forget
And I’ll burn all of your letters
Cos your hurricane left me so bitter
And the graceful swarms of never
Come crushing like your kiss

Forget the sun, the moon and stars
The satellites' remaining shards
The thoughts of love, the thoughts of hate
This bitter pill of swallowed fate
The castle walls come crashing down
The king and queen and princess drown
I’ve come undone my shadow fades
And everything we ever made we break

Smashed on the floor with your name etched in each wrist
Memories motion picture vivid
God help me forget
And I’ll burn all of your letters
Cos your hurricane left me so bitter
And the graceful swarms of never
Come crushing like your kiss
And taste like tastelessness
Devoured and remiss
Once upon a time

(AJ, "The Scorning", Soma Holiday, 2003)

 

[ZeroDude]

Now this is great and blows the first two pieces out of the water I particularly thought this verse was top class stuff

Razorblades wielded by Hurricane Girlfriend
"Carved out my feeling through fissures in stone, bleeding lava
Destroy in its flood everything, the stain of the sear and the sting
Beautiful flowers wilt, wither, and die in the midsummer twilight
The scorn and the cyanide kiss off
The tearing of the seems, the words of betrayal still ring "

Brilliant and well worth reading through

 

[the tourist]

Thanks! I used to dream I was a poet, back when I wrote songs thinking that people could hear the words to them in a club setting. But that was very naive of me because no one can ever hear words in a club setting.

 

[lazarus]

wow. gonna agree with ZeroDude...the first two parts were just a tease for what was a gut-wrenching finale.

nice work.


laz