Emerald Lies

Emerald Lies

To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt
Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent
As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore
I am the harlequin, with 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, to resurrect the Inquisition
And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions
Within 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 forty-watt sun on a courtroom drama

And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono

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