Who stumbles late where the gas-lamps fade? A man with a heart by sorrow swayed. The weight of his world is a crushing stone, He walks these cobbles, lost and alone. Each step is a penance, a debt he must pay, To feel his Lady's bitter warmth at the end of the day. She offers no comfort, just pain he can trust, A poison that grinds his whole being to dust. "Oh, come, weary soul, cease the fray, I'll kiss your troubles and pain away. My embrace is warmer than the sun, Let my sweet, green river carry you on." Oh, Green Fairy, my mistress, my toxic release, Your body of liquor brings a counterfeit peace. Your eyes are the pull and your proof is the ache, A fuck that can hollow the soul out and break. His empty rooms echo, no warmth in the bed, Just ghosts of his failures that live in his head. No wife to come home to, no child's soft call, Just the slow, bitter crumbling of a lone, brick wall. So he lays all the wreckage he built and he owned, At the feet of his Mistress, on her cold, verdant throne. She smiles her sharp smile at the ruin he brings, And offers the peace of her poison-green wings. "Lay down your burden, forget all your strife, I am the only true solace in life. My lips are cold but they still know the art, To still the wild beating of your broken heart." Oh, Green Fairy, my mistress, my toxic release, Your body of liquor brings a counterfeit peace. Your eyes are the pull and your proof is the ache, A fuck that can hollow the soul out and break. The world dissolves in a green, fevered haze... She draws him close in a narcotic daze. A whisper of herbs, a command to obey... He falls to his knees, he has nothing to say. A final, cold union, a surrender so complete... In the mud of the river, at her hallucinogenic feet. The dawn breaks to find what the night has done, A pale, floating wretch in the rain and the sun. The river's cold teeth in a final, stark bite, The bottle still clasped, his last anchor to night. And coiled in the reeds, a vile, emerald sheen, The proof of his worship, his addictive Queen. The water can't wash out the stain of her touch, He begged for the ruin that loved him too much.
