The emperor is dead
Long live the empress
She’ll rule with steel too rigid
And oaths too shrill
So practiced
Her deepened breaths
They close on a whisper
And hunt down the colours still missing
From her iris
Sees the world for reddened light, she
Seized the mirror cracked with blight
Rearranged the glass unto a frame;
Covering their portrait
Sex leaking out of the paint
Her brushstrokes like petals
It plеases them to see wherе she’s been
A land to escape
Or broken landscape
The cracks in the page
Quiver her mouth
And pencil lines like flowers
Uprooted from the dirt
Caught between her teeth and her tongue
As they make their exit
From the earth
Covering their portrait
Sex leaking out of the paint
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J. Wiegold Lyrics – Regicide / Edible Art