#postpunk #gothic #gothicrock #darkwave
JACKIE’S CURSE
Engulfed in tension and stunned by voices as I walked up the stairs
The door was open in the dark
I called your name distorted by a thousand echoes that penetrated my veins
Suddenly your hand grabbed me
You led me into a red-lit room where your eyes by their fury were camouflaged
Your beauty was exalted in hate
Just trapped in your cage I started to
You kissed me so much I lost I fell on the floor
You began to laugh with evil
You bowed down at my feet and whispered in my ear....“the show is about to begin“
I knew I couldn’t escape
You had just drawn my fate
Stronger than passion was hate
I fell asleep as if by magic
In the half light I opened my eyes dazed and naked chained to the bed
A distant whisper bounced in my mind
On the wall there were pictures of us that we made in the past before turning away
With neurosis you praised them
but my attention was caught by a screen in the room which began to project chilling scenes
A bloodbath into the macabre
Hanging from trees looted corpses I
At their feet appeared words painted buried in mud
The seeds of hate by the wind carried
I relived the moments spent with cursed into a vale of tears
Bloody pleasures you craved
Drawn in darkness your game
Blind madness in your head
You won, I surrendered
I hope one day in your slumber
Their blind illusions
can take revenge on you
Memories in deconstruction
You exist nowhere
may hell stand by me
I’m affected by Jackie’s curse
I’m affected by Jackie’s curse
I’m affected by Jackie’s curse
I’m affected by Jackie’s curse