emerald lies

to be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt, suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent, as you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore, i am the harlequin - diamonded costume dripping shades of green, i am the harlequin - sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl my dreams, plundering your diaries, i'll steal your thoughts innocence, ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence, to don the robes of torquemada, resurrect the inquisition, in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions, looking in shades of green through shades of blue, i trust you trust in me to mistrust you, through the silk cut haze to the smeared mascara, a 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama, and the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono, set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum, and accusations moths that circle on the light, char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight, you packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace, dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night, looking in shades of green through shades of blue, looking in shades of green through shades of blue