I am warming the embers in my palms -
You can't touch me, 'cause I'm gone too far,
And to those who would strike me on raw nerve:
You'll get sharp aspen stake in the heart.
See: shagreen skin of passers-by glowing,
I spit into their wide open mouths,
That is all I am able today hence:
Your turn now...
..Dreamed to be shadow's glee
So what?
I'm to you, you're to me:
No one.
Now I'm breaking between restless fingers
The taut language of pantomime masks,
Look at me, 'cause you won't recognize me:
Your turn now...
I feel everything: ravenous mind roars,
Yeah, I guess I was lucky before.
I can burn myself, I can do all things and much more,
Oh, oh-oh-oh...!!!!
..Dreamed to be shadow's glee
So what?
I'm to you, you're to me:
No one.
I could tell how slow marching formations
Here pass through the walls as a dart,
But whoever would dare to say one word
Will receive aspen stake through the heart.