Where the River Ends

I will let you see with my words
I will let you burn and observe
But where I go,
You can only follow...
So close your eyes,
open your mind,
and see...
Somewhere
out in the dark
a car pulls up
and parks
and the passenger
shifts nervously in her seat
and butterflies flutter in her belly.
And the driver
shuts off the engine
and moves a little close.
She giggles a little
as he unbuttons her blouse.
She pushes him away
and he whispers,
"Aw baby, don't be that way.
I took you out, I treated you right.
Now, don't put up a fight.
Come on.
I only want to put the tip in.
Don't fight, don't fight. Come on.
This is all your fault, you know.
Just relax, just let me do what
I gotta do and I'll let you go.
Don't you love me?
Don't you love me?
DON'T YOU LOVE ME?"
Breathe in deep
a sea of desperate dreams
I have no mouth
and I must scream
Breathe in deep
a sea of desperate dreams
I HAVE NO MOUTH...
And somewhere
in a normal neighborhood,
in a normal house,
a normal family
is falling apart.
And down the hall
the little ones hide,
frozen as fossils
as their mother cries.
Listening.
Now that the others have gone silent,
the walls blister
as sister
rises in defiance.
Here
in the depths of the labyrinth,
she will make her mark.
She travels the cavern
searching for the minotaur.
And she finds him,
asleep in the heat
of his triumph.
A sparkle of flame
flickers in her eye.
She nudges him softly and says,
"Daddy, wanna give me a try?"
And he rumbles a roar,
"You must lick honey from a thorn
if you are to survive this night!"
And she says,
"Noooooo, I'd rather pick a fight."
And he reaches out
and she's on the attack
and he's face down
and she straddles his back
and as the moonlight fades from his eyes,
she sighs,
"Come on, what's the matter?
Don't you love me?
Don't you love me?
DON'T YOU LOVE ME?"
Breathe in deep
a sea of desperate dreams
I have no mouth
and I must scream
Breathe in deep
a sea of desperate dreams
I HAVE NO MOUTH
AND I MUST SCREAM!
What we are
you, too, will become-
Liberated children
of a blood-hungry god.
SEDITION!
They used to hang women like me,
strange fruit on the poplar tree!
They used to own women like me,
necessary accessories!
They used to burn women like me,
to quell the fires of liberty!
In the blessed fertile crescent,
they still stone women like me!
And one day you will say,
"Just look at her now!"
...and as everything fades to black
...and as the jackals laugh in the aftermath...
I'm not yours anymore.