Drunken little naked girl
why are you dansing all alone?
although you may mistaken it
you are not invisible you know
the platinum moonlight outlines your darkened silhouette
and the manic banshees run around you in spheres circles and geometry fragments
lifting up your skirt to shame you
dont let them little girl
for every high pitched laugh
and every gurgling remark
scream them out


are those gashed on your arms little girl?
how deep do they run?
you have rivers running down you
when did you become a geography map, little one
and what are those mountain ranges?
how did you get such thick bruises?
did they hurt you little girl?
because their only weapons are broom sticks
and published words that they stole from stories


razor wicks my darling
i know how it feels
when the heat rises up into your chest
and your lungs evaporate into charcoal
thick black and chalky
the witches smoke your remains little girl
and they need your ingrediants
using your eyes and your hair
as they stir their cauldron 3 times
with 6 lives to spair

just keep dansing little girl
through rain snow and hail
even if they smash the record player
the needle will prevail
from nightmares to hallucinations
in a sub concious mind
they taunt you and rape you
leave them behind.

keep singing little girl
even though they stole your voice
just listen to your heart
and the undying needle
listen to the music they make for you

solos and dedications call out for you
from cairo to antarctica
from the tropic of capricorn to cancer
from blood diseases to mental illnesses
they scream for your fame


i know it hurts little girl
and im sorry
they will leave you alone one day.
through forests and meadows
through cities and trains
they have you checked little girl
you can never run away

fight it my darling
from the east to the west
from north to south
swim through the seas lagoons and lakes
Ill meet you halfway

the banshees only see what they are looking for
that isn't me
dont hide from me little girl
I want to help you
let me in
let me grab you
let me cover you
as you breakdown
let me love you little girl
my little girl, may I call you such a name?

afterall I do not know much about you,
but ive learned to love you little girl
what do you go by?
where do you come from?
I dont care to know about your past
but I want to spend centures with your glass face
make love to your bulimic body
run my fingers trhoguh your braids
they wont get stuck little girl
we are perfectly made.


I heard you live in raptures little girl
are they like haunted play houses?
do you have toys or are you the doll?
when they leave you around,
does it hurt?
not physically but mentally
are the tiled floors you sleep on comforting?

I remember your porcelin face
and I recall when each crack came
everytime they dropped out
and the banshees snickered drunkedly at your loss
your expressions were their gain
why let them win little girl?

I know you've been hurt
every nerve shattered
but let me in
hunny, please let me speak
let me hold u
let me take you away from this place
3 feet high in a little girls room
I know she left you
they all left you
so why stay?

I watch you dance little girl
form the window of your dollhouse
I wish I could shrink
I wish I could danse with you

your not alone my love
Im lonely too
im fucking lonely
just like you.