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The Picture Slave (Darby)

Painted,
Picture-plain,
Fallen Eve that I am,
There's still life in between.
What can I feel,
When the light starts to fade,
And the glass clears?
No history
In the face on the wall
Made of moments.

Silvered secrecy.
Can't escape what I do,
I create to delay.
Time
Pays its way,
And the face on the wall
Matches moments.
And does she cry
Two-dimensional tears,
Comprehending?

De Profundis (Darby)

This is my life,
This broken fence,
This grey and fractured
Spiralling spike in my side,
The splinter in my dreams,
Too real, too real.

Hollowed whole,
Lightning-struck and smoking,
The trauma of I;
The danger of being, and feeling, and seeing.

I'm fighting time
- I can't explain -
I'm torn apart by
My compulsion to destroy.
I'm splintering inside.
It's too real, too real.

Hollowed whole,
Lightning-struck and smoking,
The trauma of I;
The danger of being, and feeling, and seeing.
I live where I stand,
For tomorrow I die.

I'm open now, the wound may heal,
I smile inside in spite of me.
I try in vain to redefine
The worn and ancient part of me.

Cardinal Red (Darby)

Faded release
Tapers to vanity,
Cardinal red,
Blushing unsure
Of all that will be,
Apologies die untold,
You lied when you said
That you'd prefer

Intoxication
Of dreams that are gone.
Living in levels
And loving alone.

Take me away,
Folded in harmony,
And rescue me
From myself.
Lucid stranger,
Speak to me with your mind,
Your tears, your touch,
Your music,
Whatever you'll find

To catch the spark,
The hope in the dark.
That subtle danger
Appeals to my pride.

Deepening still,
A tribute to lost embrace,
An elegy for happier men.
There's rosemary for
Remembrance of darker days,
There's violets for
Ophelia again.

I will remember,
I can not forget,
Holding my temper,
I know you regret...

...Fading away,
A voice like a lullaby
For sinners and thieves,
And glorious good.
Devious still,
I tempt you beyond the veil
With cardinal red
And blossoms of blue.

Intoxication
Of dreams that are gone.
Living in levels
And loving alone.

Spiral Bound (Darby)

I want to confront myself with your soul,
Strip myself raw,
Flayed to the bone
Just to see what I look like inside;
Rotten, untempered, volatile.

I've watched your eyes,
Seen them weeping fire
With passion and outrage,
The pulse of desire.
Forgive me for feeling my way round before,
I just wasn't sure if you knew yourself.

How can you enrapture me with a glance,
Trapped in the spiral of the dance?
You show me a scientist,
I'll show you my mirror.
You show me your future,
I'll raise you an honest man.

Chovihani Rise (Darby)

I see shapes in shadows
Like a child,
The faces that clouds make,
And once in a while

I see the past, the future,
The dreams I never had.
And you carry on regardless,
And you say I must be mad.

But if you knew
What they say about you,
The secrets they've told me,
The unseen truth,
The disinterred rhythms,
The echoes that breathe:
"If only you'd listen
You'd start to believe."

I am tired as fury
And still you won't let me run away.
Bind me with my freedom,
Bliss in ignorance, or so they say.
Skies are black tomorrow,
Black as sulphur on the tongues of thieves,
Blazing through the silence,
A private pain beneath the scarlet leaves.
I fear fight for survival,
I'll keep my tears to keep the peace.

Don't tell me you're sorry.
I don't want to hear a word you say.
Help me through the thunder,
Help me see the light of one more day.
Dark clouds don't become me,
You know I never could stand the rain.
You may laugh at me now,
I'm laughing too inside to hide the pain.

A mask of simple sweetness
Belies the fears my years have seen,
Disguises well the neatness
Of being quiet and obscene.

You can't fight this for me,
I am warrior, enemy and prize:
Whoever wins the battle
Makes sure that something else inside me dies.
I'm the spoil of ages.
Blue veins drive the pain that makes me sing.
I'm a blind Kassandra:
I see the death of life in everything.

And though the skies were cloudy,
I saw you smile the day it rained.
And though you tried to warn me,
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Bare my fate with fury
And still you won't let me run away.
Bind me with my freedom,
Bliss in ignorance, or so they say.
Skies are blue tomorrow,
Blue as screaming in the howling wind,
Blue as sacred sadness.
A lisping child before you, I give in.

I fear fight for survival,
I'll keep my tears to keep my pride.
My name is fire to speak it,
I'll see you on the other side.

I see the past, the future,
The dreams I never had.
And you carry on regardless,
And you say I must be mad.

But if you knew
What they say about you,
The secrets they've told me,
The unseen truth,
The disinterred rhythms,
The echoes that breathe:
"If only you'd listen
You'd start to believe."

Surface Tension (Darby)

I'm like a cat,
I always seem to fall on my feet.
And like a cat
I have nine times to die;
This must not be
My number three.
There's a few things
You should know about me.

I don't want to sing about love,
Not this time,
Lust-worn cliches:
I'm no oracle of lies.
I could show you
How much I hate,
Imagine that,
What a song that would make!

You want to know
How I seem to fall on my feet,
How I escape
With my sanity complete.
Is it unreal?
Some sleight of hand?
I could say but I
Don't think you'd understand.

I'm not a helter skelter woman
With tattooed legs,
Transparent smile
As the layers fall away.
Where's this unholy mystery
To my steel veneer?
I might tell you one day.

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