Margaret Atwood - Corpse Song lyrics
[Margaret Atwood - Corpse Song lyrics]
Like a darkened boat, a smuggler
These lanterns, my eyes and heart are out
I bring you something you do not want:
News of the country i am trapped in
News of your future:
Soon you will have no voice
(I resent your skin, I resent
Your lungs, your glib assumptions
Therefore sing now while you have the choice
(My body turned against me
Too soon, it was not a tragedy
(I did not become a tree or a constellation
(I became this illusion
This trick of ventriloquism
This blind noun, this bandage
Crumpled at your dream's edge
Or you will drift as I do from head to head
Swollen with words you never said
Swollen with hoarded love
I exist in two places
Here and where you are your song is mine
Pray for me not as I am but as I am