Black velvet the milk film Skinful of dust, abominable vapour within me My soul drowned mistress Flowers of virtue the force majeure Razors trickle my breath of life into hers Sweet rainfall the unknown destination Clank of the chain, eroded seamstress Trail of tears from under the darkest shade Hollow surroundings, a vulture in a fountain Draped in crimson cloth The haze burned away, harking to inner voices Sweetened to my tongue She of lotus blood of her twilight Undressed the gaiety of morning A deep sleep prophet to come, haze of grief Cold darkened mud, I scream for the beast Virgin blood, tasted sweet fruit Angels pouring out the vial of wrath Gnawing their tongues for pain Women arrayed in purple scarlet Groaning for the pain melancholy For they under your power Let me spill your wine and taste the fruits So deep within your skin For uncut j**els are yet to be caressed