would you like to live deliciously?

 

Of course, it was I

The one who kindled the flame,
The one who lost the child you cherished,
Who scorched the pages of your life’s long story.

Of course, it was I,
The selfish soul you named,
The Witch of the Wood,
Where in slumber my spirit roams,
Dancing bare with the Devil’s shadows.

Oh, how I yearn to bite into your tender flesh,
To swallow whole your very soul.
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
Darling, hear my whispered vow.

Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
Black Philip, do you heed my call?
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
I beseech you for one small plea—
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
I long to live, to feast on life’s delights.

I ask for just this one small plea,
Now I stand before the flickering flame,
My garments shed, my hair set free,
Floating, finally unbound,
Yearning to be loved and truly known,
Yet I accept the guise of an eternal mirage.

Oh, to be caressed by the wild wind,
I shall soar, unconfined,
You can lay the blame upon my heart,
While you remain untouched, pure as dawn.

Oh, how I crave to sink my teeth into your pink flesh,
How I long to swallow your soul.
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
Darling, hear my whispered vow.

Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
Black Philip, do you heed my call?
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
I beseech you for one small plea—
Clickety clackety, clackety clackety,
I yearn to live, to savor life’s delights.