Ophelia Speaks Again.
Doubt follows me as the tide crosses over
More moments
Make reckless choices on top of beautiful body
Fashioned inside the soul of a clown is heaven to me
Dreamer bright Heart-shaped-box I beg not to repel the history that marks me here
Perfume you past the point where desire is deceived and creates shapes
With tongues not made of glass I’ll weep down with the music of love
As I am again jangled above the bed “blasted with ecstasy:
O woe is me,
to have seen
what I have seen.”
Danger does not entice me, backwards showers as I act
patient into the end.
-Jenna Kennedy
Doubt follows me as the tide crosses over
More moments
Make reckless choices on top of beautiful body
Fashioned inside the soul of a clown is heaven to me
Dreamer bright Heart-shaped-box I beg not to repel the history that marks me here
Perfume you past the point where desire is deceived and creates shapes
With tongues not made of glass I’ll weep down with the music of love
As I am again jangled above the bed “blasted with ecstasy:
O woe is me,
to have seen
what I have seen.”
Danger does not entice me, backwards showers as I act
patient into the end.
-Jenna Kennedy
