Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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She Cannot Say

SWANS: «Trust Me»
Because I love you
I give you this
Don't be afraid of this
You can trust me now
Though we will deceive ourselves
You can trust me now
You can trust me now
Don't be afraid of this
It's not unusual
It's not unusual
Because I love you
You can trust me now
You will never know
You will never know
You can not trust me now
Don't be afraid of this
You can trust me now
It's not unusual
You can not trust me now
You will never know
It's not unusual
It's not unusual




Trust Me - Swans

And, not art, but a voice that speaks....

SHE CANNOT SAY IT

She Cannot say it the nag of conscience spits out its factualism blatantly before her its ugliness its haunt the nag the voice the "moral" voice she does not speak with it she cannot say a coward yes irresponsible yes inventing devastating situations that deepen her edge and "Leave her alone!" Oh but she knows the truth yet she cannot deliver it cannot tell it locks it in the deception box pretends its non-existence or puts it away as if it were old junk to be decided upon....later....later....procrastination invades her who lets it in? she does she does the nag the voice the "moral" voice is there it does not force itself out of her but waits silently for her to validate to issue forth the sound honesty in all humility humbly loyally hurting...selfless yet she cannot say it threatens her sanity fragile inconsistent stability will crumble let it be said "Am I better off a coward?" ultimatums manifestations a coward or nervous prostration setting aflame the torch that scorches internally and sickens her with its persistence its desire for an unwholesome host to perpetuate lies disloyalties the chrysanthemums let them die she did loyalty she beneath wishes to be able yet she cannot say the telling the truth "When did perfidy become her?" she is this person that she is not and winces the blackened deceitful cells inside her rot cut them out with a thing anything an extractor a sharp wakizashi drive out the failure exposed guts at last the truth she cannot say let it spill out that septic swamp infecting the village the mind of a saint betrayed see now? but still a coward to be dead as the truth made known set free given to Eros tainting it Erebos "You are pure" "I am not pure" she cannot say her honest conscience she cannot say her intellect commits debacle as intellect does to all even if only once to all the great cliche abomination LIAR to incinerate with those she loathes for the very same reason they incinerate allied in fire she is what she is not she sees the truth like spit does not look away the details its substance clearly reveal the message to know what is virtue but voluntarily disable the ability to reveal she did stifle disclosure looks away feigns the sociopath she cannot say only that "It will kill her one day"

-OSun

She Cannot Say

SWANS: «Trust Me»
Because I love you
I give you this
Don't be afraid of this
You can trust me now
Though we will deceive ourselves
You can trust me now
You can trust me now
Don't be afraid of this
It's not unusual
It's not unusual
Because I love you
You can trust me now
You will never know
You will never know
You can not trust me now
Don't be afraid of this
You can trust me now
It's not unusual
You can not trust me now
You will never know
It's not unusual
It's not unusual