elephantrock

My eyelids are exposed to sunlight The Christening of skin to wind And all our sins are evident to this My hair in natural knots, but I won't bother to resist the curls that come of it A mended bad, a sleeping ring A piece of meat, a gruesome scene And I consented to it all No, I'm not innocent or clean And I am guilty of this, too Though what I did, I did for you I never told you not to; That was my mistake And I should hate you for this I wish that I could warn her about you About herself And it will eat away at what you have Till you decide you're satisfied And give her back to real life And she won't want to live withou