Blood Dance

<br>And she watched and she waited. Loving a time eaten by demons and<br>cursing the day. A sombre seed of a mirrored point, just an idea.<br>Laughing in a kaleidoscope of blood and honey... it was all just<br>a dream. The scream, the nod, the boy, the idea. The five points<br>of frustration, inverted to decode, and now they`re just upside<br>down. And the snakes who gave you life, mock them from their<br>faraway silent mystery. The temptress in green runs to her attic<br>temple, the sick secrets and the moon all hers to chant in a dark<br>wood falls into crush her of the house she cannot find. Requiem<br>and wandering, following shadows burnt in the dark. Fucking<br>herself in the dense where the cats all watch and guard, and her<br>offspring - a watery universe spark in the chaos of thoughts and<br>orgasm. Where the cats are gods and the forest is home and the<br>blood is the life... A hypodermic, the symbol of the temple. And<br>grim reaper, he won`t come to her. And she puts a kiss in the<br>cauldron every night for his ghost, yet the birds always sing.<br>The necklace dangles on her breast and fires at the moons touch.<br>The chaos mingles with the dust of the grave, while the ashes<br>blow away. And the gate between illusion and breath creaks wider<br>with the fading of the sun. Now she wears a cape.