Debbie Kirk on the Other Side of the
It will take the blood of another to make me clean
I want to cast a love spell
a heart shaped noose
around those who have raped me
I want to waltz down south
bust in on the snake handlers
and me, I'm
Medusa.
With all of them fingering and taming
my dirty slinky locks.
i want the wrong things
for the right reasons
feel my disease when you sit next to me on the bus
hear the black pieces jingle inside when you break my heart
no psychobabble terms
can describe my affliction
no pills take it away
sure, they take it somewhere else
but in the morning its back.
Sitting on the end of my bed and looking at me.
An eye for an eye
and I've just seen all too much
smash out your teeth
one by one
i think it will take the blood of another
to make me clean
and I think that when we are at that swimming hole
and I ask you to hold me under,
I'm asking you to save me.
And I really think if you loved me,
you'd do it.
© Copyright Debbie Kirk 2005