There was a barber and his wife
and they were beautiful
a handsome family with a strife
nearly bitting down on the knife.
They succomb to a trial of pain
but in the end who is to blame
There's a hole in the world
like a great black pit
and the people within,
oh so dense and thick
without a clue of what to do
they look to the man they so callusly screwed.
In the end he took back
what was abruptly attacked
and with the wave of his balde
taking the behavior of a cade
slicing the throats as he gloats
with a smile that denotes...he is happy
In the hole in that pit where the anserine sit
there's a place at the bottom
where the demon had brought them
seeking a life, a new life, with his beautiful wife
and his girl who was adorned
by the judge, who she was scorned.
Dripping in the basement
without the emplacement
their bodies, oh so gracefully adjacent
Lying down, on the floor, dripping rubies
looking up, looking down, dripping rubies
frozen in a frightening state of bliss, dripping rubies
findng truth without object, dripping rubies
Now then my friend, now rest your seeking
close your eyes, for the guise, and the beauty within
becoming riddled with sin, with the blood on your skin
and the color wearing thin of the life that could have been
now rest your seeking.
Inspired by the film, Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Last edited by Artistic Anarchy; Nov 22, 2009 at 02:11 AM.