Under the frayed velvet catastrophy
I see the gentle edifice collapse
I sense a violation penetrating my core
Singing hymns of my demise
Under your control
Dancing wildly
So be it, the end
Hallusinations are cellophane
Believeing that this could begin
Sway in the arsenic like breeze
Inhaling the death of your sins
You never thought this was real
The separation is aching at its end
Hear the raven hums its morning note
Taunting the day to blacken its skies
Close the book of mortal love
Blaze your passion
Count your lies
Wait for night to end















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