James' perspective, set during the hospital stage as Maria lies on her filthy bed, coughing rather unconvincingly and knocking back pills.
Happy Hallowe'en
Something Blue/ My Maria
In sanguine slumber she reclines
Content to rest and not to find
What laboured in her every breath
Her star-crossed life betrothed to death
Something old astray she led
Something borrowed, something's dead
Something bleeds between my hands
In her barbaric wonderland
I call her nothing but my own
All her other names unknown
I begged her not to stop because
All is hers, and always was
This ardour shining and unchained
Unfettered wings in sunlit rain
Soar on blue-eyed oath to swear
Her wonder's now too great to bear
With callous lips and vagrant hair
Swathed in silk and cobalt stare
Forever but a distant dream
My life complete, or so it seems
This passion is not fit for shame
I love the one I cannot name!
I loved her then, I love her still
I love her now, and ever will.
FIN
"Jesus is risen
It's no surprise
Even he would
Martyr his mama to ride to Hell between those thighs."
Puscifer featuring Maynard James Keenan, "Revelation 22:20" (written by Danny Lohner)
Yeah. Not that I disagree so strongly with S.H. 4 that I'm playing the other three over again. Honestly.
Maria is shown as seemingly nameless because of the glaring similarities between her and Mary. Also, I don't know why, but the wedding axiom, "something old, something new, etcetera" is temporarily ingrained in whichever part of my brain that devises poetry, hence the theme and scattered wedding references. Perhaps it's an omen. I sincerely hope not.
Coronis