Is it the nothingness? That preludes the question? A subtle doubt to coerce the shout that lives deep down and is silenced by the deafening violins..
A symphony of error and anger A voucher for the stranger The strangler..
Who is new to this dance? This deranged romance...? This sickening aroma ...that leads to an unexplained trance. It is you who flew the nest into the mountainside and cried sighed lied then died without a suicide note to calm my fears the years crawl on and on and on.
Who will stack the cards in our favor? Savor the sight? of Wrong or right The night plots against us in darker tones We find ourselves removed and beaten....
And we wish against the chance to swim The tide drags us under And just for a second We swim Before drifting into my dead sea...?
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