Sian…
She sculpted Landscaped caravans
Derived
From problems from which she ran
Away she’d hold…
Herself from pain
As past she sees herself in tragic ways…
I’m sure,
One like her I’ve seen before,
Her sadness, from her face, fell upon the floor
This woman,
Looked into my naked eyes, solemnly spoken,
Clifftop Climb -
She spoke and cried:
“Please! I just want to be with my baby! Do you forgive me? You were crying… and then you were not. You were crying…
I held you too close.”
“That’s what they all say,” she solemnly stuttered,
As my eyes swiftly shift to that of a glass picture, placed neatly on a stain painted wall…
“See who believes you,” slyly slipping from her sodden soaked tongue, as her head made contact…
SMASH! Was all I heard…
Blood dripped slowly from her forehead, as I kneeled beside her
“Keep away from me!” She screamed, pleadingly
Lights lit up, as men took me away…
Sian. She’s The Cuckoo! She will fall from your flight,
She’s pretty in looks - but holds us captive in lies
Sian. She’s The Cuckoo! Who will hold you,
As she rips the skin from your eyes!
Her clothes were torn - she…
Had a knife in hand
A look of cold - masquerading as pain
A tremble in house full - True loved ‘em and tame…
She’s the one - thou shall bleed:
Bleed by thou shame…
A maiden thy house full - True loved ‘em and
Tame
She’s The Cuckoo! Who will fly from your hold,
She sings as she scolds
You’ll love her, As within you she dies
She’s lovely in looks - but holds us captive…
In lies
She sucks away smiles:
To ensure she is heard,
Sian is The Cuckoo…
Who will feed off your smile,
She’ll hold you as The Cuckoo…
Rips the skin from your eyes!
She’ll hold you as The Cuckoo:
In your arms she may cry,
Fakes a warm smile, and brush the strand of
Hair from your eyes
She’d kiss you,
And melt you would in her hold
She’d love you,
With harmful-less cold
Sian’s The Cuckoo…
Who stood still with a plea:
“Please forgive me,” she fell to her knees.
“I just want to be with my baby,
I’m so sorry, do you forgive me? You were crying,
And then you were not. You were crying, I held you too close…”
Sian’s The Cuckoo! She is an angel,
She sings as she scolds…
Sian’s The Cuckoo! She’ll fall from your flight
Though is pretty in looks,
We’re held hostage in lies
Sian’s The Cuckoo!
Who tightly will hold you… As she rips the skin
From your eyes