EDEN COME

You are the knife I twist inside my self (it tears)
I’m carving out my human cares
Through this warped wound spills
The musick of fallen spheres
I’m saving up blood in bottles
And my tears fill vials
I’ve become a hollow man
That wears a scarlet smile

I must
Cut cut cut it out of me
Cut cut cut cut

You are the red thread
That stitches up my lips
It trails from my tongue
Like molten metal drips
I trace it thru a maze
In a labyrinth like a beast
Led down these cloven paths
As if by ribbon leashed

I must
Cut cut cut it off you see
Cut cut cut cut cut cut
I must
Cut cut cut it out of me
Cut cut cut cut cut cut
I must
Cut cut cut it out
CUT

In the court of the crimson queen
A blacklight conCrete kingdom
Ears pricked to the echoing sounds
Of banging and whimpering
I always had these wings
But I grew the horn for you
Never trust a thing but blood
Its stains are always true

I must
Cut cut cut it out of me
Cut cut cut cut cut CUT

In Ancient Greek, the name Crete (Κρήτη) first appears in Homer’s Odyssey.[8] Its etymology is unknown. One speculative proposal derives it from a hypothetical Luvian word *kursatta (cf. kursawar “island”, kursattar “cutting, sliver”

“When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Aren’t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it’s really not that bad; that’s an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it’s really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but it’s true. Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most – you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.” – FK

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