Photographic

all the days past
minutes pulled from hours
silence we both felt
slipped through the hourglass
[Abu Graib sensory deprivation was my thing]

/I take pictures, photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room/ *

bondage was our code
for the brief
chance to steal
moments of pleasure
in the end
time was the thief

now we are gone
polaroid photographs
are all that remains
burn them with a match
it's hard to erase the stains

/I take pictures, photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room/ *

chemicals are soluble
mixed with blood
so it seems
fragile
memories we shared
exchanging platitudes
through half-hearted smiles

each second with you
was a slow-motion snuff film
flashing in black and white
I was the prisoner
under your serrated knife

/I take pictures, photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room/ *

I wanted to tell you everything
my secrets are too dark
would you still have loved me
when the person you see
is nothing more than a scarecrow
with a hay for a heart

/I take pictures, photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room/ *

This dark heart
Hay wound in a bundle
Around a Ravens Feather
Red yarn strung together
With railroad spikes


*Depeche Mode - Photographic