... runooni Woman in The Red Suit.
Woman in The Red Suit
This suit was woven of their red tears,
this armour forged in the fires of their burning hearts
They were only butterflies, princesses of earth
They thought they may have you,
keep you in the false paradise
where they played their silly fairy plays.
While you were cutting hay
and picking up fluffy dandelions,
the food of unicorns,
beauty for your hungry eyes
which live and die in the vase on your table,
I made this red suit.
Hear my call, King of Neverland
I’m the Queen of All Green Spiders!
There is no time for poetry,
neither for spinning webs of moonlight
We can have only this dance,
one moment
before I die
Let me cut the ropes holding your beliefs
and show you
for what flesh and blood are made.
