Mark Englander - An Elegy for a Masochist Lyrics

Soupy darkness enfolds
The wilted thornbush of your hands
Steepled plaintively in your ruined lap

Your moist chin sags in defeat
The mask of your tired smile
Peels crookedly off your face
Into the abyss of your leathery cleavage

Ah, the void of thoughtless grief
The burning house of your mind
Lists limply to the side
A stranger's hands smolder darkly
In the airless cave of your dreams

The scar remembers the wound
The wound remembers the pain
My flesh forgets your touch too soon

Is is a sin to yearn for a nail?
Is is a crime to remember
The fleeting caress of your ice pick
On my hairless balls?
Is it a shame to laugh
When you're hurting me beyond screams?

I remember your tender fists
As my dog laps the essence of you
Off the floor
The dusk descends
Through the flutter of curtains in the breeze
The bath beckons steamily
My wrist opens invitingly
To the gleaming caress
Of my razor