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A poetic tribute to the onset of addiction in it's darkest manifestations. |
| Paint me white The moonlight satin glow This other woman's comfort She treats me well but welcomes my demons, Woman in white Dancing in the night Painting me with a wicker brush Dipped in the waxen mud Pressing against my skin, Wiping away all my sins, Covering them with paraffin, But they still call my name They come running to me, Running, Screaming, Clawing, Searching, Crying out, For the woman in black Painted white. |