Oh, Cynda Moore…

1221a

I’m coming into your town.
Night is falling to the ground,
but I can still see where you loved
yourself before he tore it all down.
April 12th, with nobody else around;
you were outside the house
(where’s your mother?)
when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road….

1221b

And I can still see
where it was open,
the door he slammed closed.
(It was open)
the door he slammed closed.
It was open,

long ago.

1221c

But don’t lose me now,
don’t lose me now.
Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow,
just let me stick around
while I tell you, like before,
you should say his name
the way that he said yours.
But you don’t want
to say his name anymore.

Oh, Cynda Moore.

1221d

Baby daughter on the road….
wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
And I can still see
the cigarette’s heat….

I can’t believe all that you’re telling me

1221e

words are cutting like the smoke
through your teeth
as you are telling me

forget it.

1221f

But if I could tear his throat…
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good,
don’t you know that I would?
Don’t you realize that I wouldn’t pause
that I would cut him down with my claws
if I could have somehow never let that happen?

1221g

Or I’d call some black midnight,
fuck up his new life where they don’t know what he did,
tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
Though I tell you, like before,

you should wreck his life
the way that he wrecked yours,

but you want no part of his life anymore.

1221h

Oh… Cynda Moore…

1221i

please don’t lose me now,
let me help you out…
Though I know
that I can’t help you
anyhow.

but when I watch you

I’m proud.

1221j

oh and I told you twice before
that you should wreck his life
the way that he wrecked yours,

but you want no part of his life anymore.

oh Cynda Moore.

1221k

And it’ll never be the way it was before,
but I wish that
you would let me through that door.

Let me through that door.

1221l

Oh… Cynda Moore…

– – – – –

Lyrics: Black by Okkervil River

Cynda Moore is wearing

Sophie hair in midnight by Calico Creations

Brood Jacket by Refuge

Sister Mary Jane’s lingerie and rosary by INDI

Dead eyes, and RAW skin by Nomine

Animations by Pilgrimage and Naughty Neko

Sugar skull, parintachin, deathmask, widow and deathy skins customized by Munchflower Zaius.

~ by munchflower on March 6, 2009.

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