A Poetic Retelling Of An Unfortunate Seduction-Vadim Sakharov

[00:00.215]The language in the dimmer rooms seems to represent its light source well [00:14.498]How soft they speak and seem to be at peace [00:21.814]With the movement of the music and the madness that is pulling me into this [00:41.529]And the shades of the lamps are woven red [00:45.053]The light, it stains and consecrates [00:48.166]Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke [00:52.691]And haunt this place [00:54.570]The girls in gowns all nurse the dark [00:57.599]Pulling it near to their swelling breasts [01:00.845]And watch as it seeps to their hearts [01:04.025]And beats within their virgin chests [01:07.166]And here I know seduction breeds from wanton hearts that would [01:12.117]Seduce and grows and spreads its vine [01:15.803]And leaves embracing those who might have moved [01:19.647]But now we're made to drink the night from vials black and thick [01:24.789]With such intoxicating delights would leave you drunk [01:30.152]Inside this dream [01:38.019]And you watch them take the light from you [01:43.631]And you find yourself on a velvet couch [01:50.069]Tasting the skin of a foreign girl [01:56.821]Her eyes are black and wet like oil [02:03.198]And she ties your hands with a string of pearls [02:09.817]And you tremble like a frightened bird [02:13.511]As she closes in and captures you to place you [02:18.183]In a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb [02:26.235]So once your safe inside, she might let you out [02:33.879]To fly in circles around the room [02:43.821]But its always night and there is no moon [02:50.422]And you wonder if you are alive [02:55.949]And you're not sure if you want to be [03:01.058]But you drink her sweat like it was wine [03:06.181]And you lay with her on a bed of blue and its awful sweet [03:15.392]Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to you