BLOOD CITADEL

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Drop by drop you gave me your soul

In the golden cup of Babylon

Was bent and worn

Like a ligament torn

But with you I’m reborn

Bright and strong

 

Don’t want to speak cause I know you know

I entertain myself with images loaned

Soft shadows on the grimy walls

Grow tall grow tall

And begone

 

But the sudden symmetry

In the matching pearl capsules we’re swallowing

And planning vacations

Eyes fixed on the window

The light is loud

A collection of murmurs

Nothing’s wrong

 

Blood citadel

Buckets of brine

It’s the arrow lodged in the

apple of my eye

 

Blood citadel

Towering high

Don't fall don’t fall 

And begone

 

Drop my drop I gave you my soul

In the golden cup of our own