I arrived splashed with blood and tried to fix my hair.
 My soul left on your path,
 It's better off there.

 My name is read out loud
 And I menaced through the door.
 thunderstorm of eyes watch,
 As I'm fierce across the floor.

 Candles spit and ribbons rear,
 Strings, [ball and chain?].
 Dancers glide and passions collide.
 I'm scouring the room...
 I know my enemies, everyone
 And white [bad word] and pearls
 Carousel, all about me.
 The lace, those ribbons and curls

 Kindness is not my gift,
 blade of glass my secrecy,
 Is poised,
 At my wrist.

 They perish from my sadness,
 I saw gold in your eyes,
 Your gift here tremendous
 Like the God between your thighs.

 And all their joy was drowned.
 Not of course,
 That I care