Silhouette x Fear In A Handful Of Dust x Mööö x The Sharper Words (All-hauntingly Editorialized)

It was my life, & she did not forget. Her last rites were charming that night & the lighthouse-light was bright Mmm, I remember what tasted Like non-counter-productive pride Anyways.. I was the scarecrow lady that she loved... She was standing outside Of my cyan-stained water-glass window Just staring at my silhouette The taste of absinthe was rich on her tongue To help her fidget And she did not know what she did To lose me.... Well, first off, the flock was bleeting In a cornfield after Harvest My mime was slow & acting two & two-faced I wore my Goosebumps shirt Of "The Haunted Mask" that night As she burned down the farm-house & shattered her absinthe glass On the hardwood as we fled..... I had offered her sanctuary She had given me gas-cans & hay I offered her love of craft She burned the farmhouse away I offered pain, I offered blood, I offered everything till My heart was crystal-clear Then I offered her absinthe, instead of Sol cerveza, & World Coming Down by Type O Negative...... She, then, was standing outside my docked ship With a stomach full of hate after that Her hand was going for the main-sail is not the truth But I made her walk the plank because of lies Is not what I did....... What was she even going to do Once she boarded me? All she was left with then Was two sailors........ She was crawling away, from herself, upon the dock Toward my ship, before I cut the ropes She saw us both sailing off, in her mind's eye Beyond the horizon......... & then once we had set sail A parrot questioned the two of us, rather, both her & I So, I pulled from beneath my shirt, "End" The answer to the parrot's question By order of peace & quiet.......... (BANG) *fires "End", an historical flintlock* So quiet........... She was a crosstika aflamin' A Mallard duck most oddly hued Upon the teakwood-winds of Avalon To where d'yellow rose-thorns snagged at two............ She took her eye out of the spyglass Her antique brass obscured her face Our seafoam lips began to whisper Tis in the cavern, up, æhærd, I sleep in clouds of fire That is all, & that's right............. As sea-spray lapped upon the vessel & the low-pressure fermion of quarter-spin Hid, half, the moon-man & his wife.............. Silhouetted, we sailed, at 10, into the cavern Where the puzzle-prison of Dutch-aqua Did guard the black flame of our Earth Where, one rusted token of absolution............... *singer croaks*