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The Dancers Reward

by Isabella James

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1.
Forest Gates 06:48
[Instrumental]
2.
I picture you warm like coffee, At the top of the mountain, And I know your mouth, The shape of your mouth. Must I suffer like this, Must I live so long in loneliness, It's not fair to be so scared, All the time. There is a pressure, I must let out, Gustav Klimt I will, Be your only friend. There's a light, There's a light, There's a light, Everywhere there is a light. The moths pinning down, The wings of a whiporwill, But the moons reflected, Their eyes light up like, There could be a glimmer of hope, This week will end, I'll see you then, My love. And it's a shame you can't see the stars here, For all the cars, Playing for time, And you're mine. There's a light, There's a light, There's a light, Everywhere there is a light.
3.
And I hope that the pieces of my heart, My fractured heart that you broke, I hope you can pick them up, And through this death fix your own. I no longer find any peace in my dreams, My head just twists itself into an angry knot, Tell me the rainbow ends somehow, Tell me I can break free of this cot. I make dead men cry, I make dead men cry, I make dead men cry, From their embalmed eyes. And I scream where are you, The teachers never there for the test, And these phantoms, One day will leave my chest. I'm a cornered reindeer, My eyes reflect one thousand hunters, My mouth foamy and my teeth sharp, Ensnared in darkness I will suffer. I make dead men cry, I make dead men cry, I make dead men cry, From their embalmed eyes. Verklempt and burdened with misery, With misunderstanding and with strife, It makes me laugh from time to time, This hoyden's beggared life. And will the wrath of God move through me, Like tonight I'm Isaiah's unnamed prophetess, A hundred and eighty five thousand men, Dead at the foot of my dress. I feel tonight could be the start,Of everything, I think in my future brighter days lie, I think I will love you till, The longing end of time, So hold me in your blazonry and tell me not to cry. Weaponise libel all you can I won't yield, This barbarism won't last I know, And though I lie awake terrified sometimes, His divine anger will show. And shall I speek of unclean lips, When you hold me down, When you hold me down, When you hold me down. I feel tonight could be the start, Of everything, I think in my future brighter days lie, I think I will love you till, The longing end of time.
4.
I am the tattered English flag presiding my own grave, There exists vitriol inside me you can't witness, Bhairavi behind me I will besiege, Bhairavi behind me I will fucking attack. I am death drive bursting out of, A woman's body, My eyes aren't eyes they are, Not eyes they are not eyes. But here I lie, Oh here I lie on your chest, Feeling every breath, And I miss you. And with my noise machine, Set to womb I hope, I can tonight fall into a torporos, Coma without you. I am death drive bursting out of, A woman's body, My eyes aren't eyes they are, Not eyes they are not eyes. Call flashman to freeze, Time in this moment so I, Never have to wake up, Evoking cutsman next. I am death drive bursting out of, A woman's body, My eyes aren't eyes they are, Not eyes they are not eyes.
5.
Be The End 03:52
You find a home in acid, Inside of me, And I'm scared, Scared enough to beg. Take more of me now, Take my feet from me, My whole body, And my mind too. Take more of me now, Eat fucking eat, Me from the inside, Until I'm only you. I only want a blissful death, I only want a purposeful life, I only want to take a knife and, Tear you out of me. Take more of me now, Take my feet from me, My whole body, And my mind too. Take more of me now, Eat fucking eat, Me from the inside, Until I'm only you. So stop me wanting to kill you, Please, Please, Please. And when they let me out of this ice, They birthed me into a world That resented me.
6.
Your promise is richer than anything, Like a reel of film soaked in red wine, Crema coffee camera obscura, That can capture the sun. Like the lines of his penetralia, Shades on a celestial, Congo or coral pink, The light on my tongue. Can envy crush loneliness? I think it might if I let it, Let his garderobes wrap me, In albutiary everything. Laisse-moi etre la plus petite chose, Smaller than the gaps between your teeth, Souhaitez-vous encore me tenir? Pissant of his dew. I'm afraid of change, I'm afraid of change, I'm afraid change, Im afraid of change. Can envy crush loneliness? I think it might if I let it, Let his garderobes wrap me, In albutiary everything. There is a dead sea in these sheets, Like every blanket is a wave carrying me to shore, An epic rivaled by your arms before, Me rising like the sun over the beach. And till the last goodnight, To proceed the last sunrise of your smile, I will adore you, Vincent. I saw a decomposing bear, He's lost his eyes, And Moses being picked apart by crows. Afraid of the sun and the setting, Torridness keeping her, Eyes awake in visceral, Misery. I saw a decomposing bear, He's lost his eyes, And moses being picked apart by crows.
7.
And in my darkest hour, I'll say goodbye to blood, The amiable womb, The ties that bind I to this flood. In my darkest hour, This torrent of anger will cease, In the corners of my eyes loathing looms, Like he's an old friend I'm waiting to greet. So please rinse me between your fingers, The hot digits of this bullet, Scrub me of my insecurities, Insecticide for the beetles within me. In my darkest hour, I hope someone would miss me, Tonight at ten thirteen, I hope the stars chime a eulogy, Because those stars remember, What I remember and what you forgot, Like an axe fells the fir in december, Held by a leather belt and the mark you begot.
8.
I heard God's voice echo through the smell of cut grass, He said, "I will kill every mother," But he left me, Satan console me or break me. Don't cry anymore, I love you, And I care about you, So please rest your eyes. I know that you feel it, But promise me you'll keep fighting, Under your skin, Promise you're trying. There is a dead sea in these sheets, Like every blanket is a wave carrying me to shore, An epic rivaled by your arms before, Me rising like the sun over the beach. Don't cry anymore, I love you, And I care about you, So please rest your eyes. I know that you feel it, But promise me you'll keep fighting, Under your skin, Promise you're trying.
9.
Damara 03:38
Damara, I know you: Give me Marilyn Monroes nipples, Give me the honesty of Cordelia, Give me the ability to look loneliness in the eye, And tell him, "You don't bother me". I want to be a mother, I want what once were hopes and dreams, To be dashed and gashed by dependancy, I want out from this darkness. One day I'll run out of time, And I'll run out of plays, When I look back on my life from hell, Will I be proud of this? Viola bore witness to love, Love she couldn't touch, Love she couldn't serve, That grew more distant everyday. My whole life has been giving up everything slowly, When I was 14 they stitched a body that was falling apart back together, When I was 16 they let this body that was suicidal be tethered, In chains to delay the inevitable every night blood below me. Viola bore witness to love, Love she couldn't touch, Love she couldn't serve, That grew more distant everyday. Disappear now, Disappear now, Disappear now, Disappear now.
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Hineni 05:22
Hineni: Maybe I am a beam of light, Waiting anxiously like an angel, Restless in virtue all these days till, Rainbows from all my pores take flight. Maybe I am more earth than life, Like my blood flows with soil, No soul, barely a body that will, Return to nothing when I die. If God made man why is their still dirt, And why do these joints fail me more and more, I'm coming apart God why would you stitch these flaws, Why would you make me to feel this hurt? Sometimes it feels like I'm not meant for this world, Placeless and sad this lonely girl. Is time a greater blindsider than death? After my body goes will there be anything left? Can the waves of time be gentle and graceful? Or will age hit me icy and glacial? The day I find the smell of beachwood tree succorry, The sight of white velvet or other twee Luxuries, Attractive like the female monster, One finds in elevated horror. I'll find it in my heart to love myself, As rebellion the aging woman inside me knelt, And attraction is just the bones of space, Solemn are the bones of this lonely face. Sometimes it feels like I'm not meant for this world, Placeless and sad this lonely girl. Hineni, Hineni, Hineni, Hineni. Are you?
11.
Gravity, As twine holds Luna, Like a mirrorball, Where the stitches meet, Like a tender kiss before her fall. She said, "I know the end of this, I know desire and I know shame, I know a guilt that's ruined me, A mournful, corrupting blade". Glimmering, Her eyelashes aloft, A desert of dazzling greens, Match her gaze in the mirror, She could only have dreamed. She said, "I won't be made half of a girl, By the snake wrapped around my leg, If I can't arise in light anymore, I'll die in darkness for you instead" Please be my own opus, (They killed your son), Let the end of this be bright, (They killed your son), And safe and warm and right, (Blot out the sun) All nights fear lines my breath. (They killed your son.) Twirling, Like a steam engine, Like the smell of sex, The floral vigour of, Nightlife, youth and ephemera. She said, "The thing that feasts on flesh, On the short lived treasure's of graves, Lives with cowardice in my own head, Hiding behind the clothes it tries to save". Luna I beg you forget, Forget the strife, Sparkling tonight, Your eyes lock arms with death. Please be my own opus, Let the end of this be bright, And safe and warm and right, All nights fear lines my breath.
12.
Writing a letter to god that reads, Onomatopoeic screaming endlessly, Punctuated with a heart and an exclamation mark, And a lit fuse. There is nothing more ephemeral than the beach, A desire path that resets itself with every tide, Does desire relight itself every night? Against a shoe or sandpaper. And some days I dwarf myself, Like a wave curling my hair, Silly, Like I'm only a foley in a vast island. We're all matches and we will all burn, The antonym of affinity, Your body in effigy. How do you quell thoughts like this? There is nothing more ephemeral than the beach, A desire path that resets itself with every tide, Does desire relight itself every night? Against a shoe or sandpaper.
13.
My contorted face under dirt, My contorted face under dirt Buried in a box under a grave that reads, Ares god of war. And I'm so used to the taste of blood, I can constantly feel its arms around me, A prisoner to cold and crimson hands, On my breasts. Salmacis eyes are seering my neck, With a branding heat and a perverse glare, Narcissus dragging me along the floor, Tarmac in place of sex. The stars ignore me, I am never malkuth I am, Abused by kether, All branches ache inside me. The dirt is powerless to mimic, But it can't swallow, These legs of mine, This lonely body. Salmacis eyes are seering my neck, With a branding heat and a perverse glare, Narcissus dragging me along the floor, Tarmac in place of sex. Salmacis eyes are seering my neck, With a branding heat and a perverse glare, Narcissus dragging me along the floor, Tarmac in place of sex. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Mother Mary hold him closer. Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Mother Mary Bury her. Mother mother mother, Bury me.
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untitled 02:08
15.
A girlchild was born, In those ancient days of Inanna, A girlchild was born, To a life of hymnal lamentations. And she sung like Enki commanded, Like she was made to, Like I am made to, And for once she felt at home. And will you blaze her temples? When she's challenged mountains, And killed her slaver, Did you think you could get away with this? Her God is here to save her. Violence chased her everywhere, A sense of dread overcame her, Discarded by her father, And her mother always blamed her. Most nights she cried, Most nights she was afraid, She knew she must be brave, It was scary though she tried, And will you blaze her temples? When she's challenged mountains, And killed her slaver, Did you think you could get away with this? Her God is here to save her. When they finally came for her, She was still a child, When they finally came for her, She was still a child. "I hate you", they cried and set alite, Her home and her friends and again, She cried there was nothing this, Girlchild could do but she cried, And will you blaze her temples? When she's challenged mountains, And killed her slaver, Did you think you could get away with this?

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