Geisha Out of Dreams

Flawless image, treasured face

Artisan's masterwork's done

Mona Lisa's selfish smile

I wonder where goes the dance of her hands

Perhaps the orchid in her hair

has more than a story to tell

But there are cryptic seams on those lips

She's been carved on me, carved too deep

Mistress of my passive skin

Pain-craving demon within

Dual heart and second sight

Mutual blood to stay alive

I bred this bond so willingly

And now all that I need

is her revived garden revealed

a lotus for real

Name it forever the ghost in blue remains

With her vanity made flesh

Still is all life or life's what she'd steal

Even though it's unreal

Name it forever the ghost in blue remains

With her vanity made flesh

Still is all life or life's what she'd steal

Geisha born out of dreams