The Malkin Jewel

I must've crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath, perched upon the backest foot of your unsuspecting bed. From the blossom rags in my jackal croon to the stems of the cinquefoil I'll give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle inner soil because All the traps in the cellar go clickety-clack cuz you know I always set them for you (yeah for you!) And all the rats in the cellar form our verminal steps Yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you (yeah to you!) You'll wash it down with harlot soap -- well is this what you want? I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains of smelter revenant. My cutlery is rattling in the dormant wooden drawers. From the palm of my throne I beacon you to cut the orchid cord because All the traps in the cellar go clickety-clack cuz you know I always set them for you (yeah for you!) And all the rats in the cellar form our verminal steps Yeah, you know they're gonna take me to you (yeah to you!) I know a girl who was woven in spindle and thread wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding wed She tosses and turns and wakes off the children in best health Yawning with hunger they take turns of nourishment She says Aaaaaaaah! Somebody, somebody help me! Is there anybody that can set me free? From the mountains of avarice they sent me to you! My ankle turns flesh to gravel!