White Silk On Black Velvet

White Silk On Black Velvet

Little lost one
With such faraway eyes
Who is it you fear
That threatens to
Bring your demise?
Come along now
Out of the rain
You'll catch your death
If it hasn't caught you
First...
Oh, it has?
Well come in anyway
I've things to do
And you're dripping on
My nice clean cave
Put your clothes over
There
Here, take this blanket
It's made of fur
Go ahead, I won't look
And when your done
Come sit by the fire
And tell me your story
I've been so alone
And you look rather hungry
And lost
I guess my...hobby
Can wait for a while
I haven't had company in a while

Why doesn't she run?
Maybe she can't see that
I'm dead
I'll just nod or shake
My head in response
Right now
I think I have to practice
My voice a little
It's probably so hoarse that
I'll bet a cookie that anything
I say is unintelligible
Oh, I think she's waiting for
Me to answer her questions
No, I'll just dry my clothes
By the fire
If you don't mind
I'm a bit peculiar like that
She says she doesn't mind
She's a bit quirky too
But what does she want me
To say?
My story ends in death
And then she'll be
Afraid and run away
Just like the rest

Come on, child, are you
Going to sit down or not?
Your skin is so pale looking
And your black clothes don't
Help that either

You look like porcelain too
So what does it honestly
Matter what I do?
Besides
You're wearing black as well

Yes I am, but I'm dry

So then what does it matter?
Dead people don't feel the cold,
Anyway

You too, then? So many of us
In this world now
It's disgusting
Especially since we've done nothing
Wrong
But die by anther's hand

It is
But that's life
Or death, I suppose
The best thing out of it all
Is that we look like
White silk

On black velvet
And that's what scares
People the most