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
A 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 fruits and pearls
Carousel, all about me
The lace, those ribbons and curls

Kindness is not my gift,
A 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