Dark Messenger
larry blazek
I'm the bearer of ill tidings
the slave slain by Greek soldiers
the handsome-but-dangerous-looking stranger
that firmly grasps your chin
turns your face towards him
saying look at me my dear
I'll tell you things
you don't wish to hear
like someday you're going
to have to use your brain
instead of your breasts
although your breasts
have done you proud so far
I'm the bearer of ill tiding
tremble when I'm near
