I once knew a lady with a catlike heart
She’d pretend to be your friend and then tear your life apart.
She’d ruin your trust in others with her blatant lies,
And her cats would wait to eat you when your body dies.
I met this sick, strange woman in the dead of night
She promised she was there to make things right
But when I saw the cursed cat statue with a human face
I knew she needed someone else to take its place.
She ruined my trust in humans and she stole my life.
My best friend even forgot he gave her a chrome oil-spill knife.
He forgot a lot of things: Like dignity, and trust.
All for this greedy woman: And her pet human on a cat’s bust.
I threw out diamond rings and gifts of gold,
But her treachery misled him to to this fork in the road.
He told me it was over and her claws were out.
But that was not the last of the countless lies they both would spout.
I know she’ll cut his face off but he doesn’t hear the screams.
Now they creep relentlessly, together in my dreams.
Her cat-bodied statue needs a new human face.
I tried so hard to save him
But she’ll stop at nothing
To have him
Take its place.
She sent all her familiars to fill my house with dread.
Black cats on every surface of my house and in my head.
But born of wolves, I never balked, and remembered I could kick.
And though he still keeps up the lie, at least it doesn’t stick.
Liars, thieves, and whores will always bide their time.
They’ve ruled the world since mankind crawled out from primodial ocean’s grime.
With cats upon their shoulder, they lick their lips and wait.
And if you choose to keep them close, you’ve sealed your bitter fate.
I myself prefer the wolves: For wolves can never lie.
They will not lay in bed at night and soundly sleep while lovers cry.
They will not break a promise that means life or death to me
A cat cannot rest alone in hell, because cats were meant to wander free.
Predators. Demented, sick, starving things
Never hungry no matter how much they take
Never happy until every last shred of will has been broken
And the last shred of joy or hope has died
And you’re miserable, as they are, for choices made in subterfuge.
A cat can steal your face for its statue
Just as easily as it can steal a baby’s breath.
Letting a cat in
Keeping an open door
Is far, far greater than the sickest sin.
Love fades, just as she wants it to.
You can still fix this, but you need to admit everything and more.
You need to take your power back from this washed up whore.
In the meantime, I will stay emotionless and cold.
All the lies and treachery have made me empthy.
You said you wouldn’t chase me anymore, but you chase her.
This I cannot and will not forgive. Enough damage has already been done.
But let it be known that you and her, together in hell, are fighting a war that cannot be won.
Even though she got her wish. She got your face.
At least I didn’t have to take your place.
