swallowed by a whirlpool...

A white sheet of paper stares at a bare faced liar
Quenched is the evening, united stand the choir
The song rusted in blood penetrates a soul so hard
Inkling overlooks desire, he opens his last card

A visage glows by the candle; the soot darkens around the eyes
Desperation plays its beats; the dancers wait to vandalize
In his eyes is her reason; in her eyes is his shame
The iridescent butterflies flutter, as they seek fame

Sex, how much of it is in the anticipation
Love, how much of it is in the fornication
She says you can’t do much without a plane
He says you can’t do much without air

The sparks they fly, seek the gleam in the eye
The shadows accumulate in an orgy, for skin they vie
Her brother died, she knew she had lied, she’d better hide
She would fight, kill, play, fuck but never confide

The card is an ace; her smile has no trace
Visions of her seduce me, as she walks out of her lace
By the wall, tepid beer has made them a pool
They sink together tonight, swallowed by the whirlpool