Crazy Countess

I'm cold, not hungry, but, still cold, and sick,

I'm fumbling towards an insanity that is still colder and thick.

I don't know what language I speak,

I don't know how to stop the blood I keep.

The blood that drips from my flesh like a river of red,

like a wild, raging river that I can't tread.

I am the crazy countess,

my reign stiff, strong and boundless.

Try to break me, you can't,

"Break the cycle" you chant.

I am stronger than you are,

stronger than the freshest star.

Where are my children, and those who follow?,

they are shown to the East,

away from the beast,

they are shown to the west,

away from an imminent theft.

I turned those who follow, away, away from all I lack,

they mustn't follow me now, not with this monkey on my back.

A faithful servant, a dead peasant still,

the voice inside remains cold, sick and shrill.

Rain from my eyes,

the bleed of cry.

Why must this contain the flesh of bone,

the breakage of stone?

I don't know, I don't know....my insanity, my madness without method,

my chances are slim, my shoulders are tired and my soul decrepit.

©2002 KMS