Ribbon

Sensual ribbons wrap around my feet
Statues that stand firm and concrete
Blank verses trapped within my head
The hidden creatures that remain subdued and fed
Surfacing upon the table
Leave my feet a little less than stable
Given into the greed and lust
Burdened to face an unforgiving trust

Ribbons that choke the ground
leaving not one trace or sound
My hands and feet remain bound

Grinding against your vocal chords
Striking on your glorious lords
I stay in the shadow
watching the triumph below
giving their lust, their hope
Tightening against the ribbon and rope
Crucial and statutory indeed
They seem to see us bleed

Damaged beyond their repair
No other price can compare
to their blanks faces and their empty stare

Now just in case
we fail and see the lace
we leave this ribbon to tighten
against this world that wants to brighten
amongst the sinners and The Saint
With red and black the walls we will paint
Triumph over the dead
the ribbon taken to the head
leaves us bleeding for more
longer than ever before.