shake the vice
tying your heart to your
heels
it's not worth dying
though that's how it
feels

and audrey screams at me
past a cigarette
and audrey screams at me
with a diamond pendant
between her pushed up
tits
and audrey's got no regrets
and audrey's got no regrets

i am the son of
beltane's fires
i am the sire of
jealousy
i am the weal of
sensual back-fire
to touch the spire
of apathy

and audrey screams quietly
through pursed lips
audrey screams inadvertently
through a boy's dirty wish
and audrey's got a checklist
and audrey's going somewhere
and audrey is never less
and audrey's got no regrets

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