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Stir to a soundless melody

Can we sing with snapped vocal cords?

Black silk ties our hands

Raw wounds open and we drink our fill

We bleed sorrow through our hands

Red wine thicker then water

Come, dear, we’ll steal away into the night

Drive a nail through their hearts

This hell is no more then silent discord

Siphoned of purity

Replaced with bodies—skin black and blue

Scars that freshly pulse the scrape of silver knives

My mind drifts away and I am lost

Sweet, sweet mercy is this world

Madness is the music to which I dance

You are my haven; my only companion my dear

On this black ballroom floor, the chandelier of stars

Glittering above us.

Rise my kingdom, rise my beautiful fantasies,

To the shadows of my dreaming

Come dance along with my steps, gone in the sands of time

Dancing within existence, bending fate to my will

Am I lost…am I saved, I no longer know.

From the pain, the sickening aches

That flow in my mortal deformity

I am rescued—to only scream in agony

Oh, my mortal world of loneliness

How dark and beautiful you are

Sing of the lullabies of scorn that surround me

Bring me back to my hurting, burning mortality

Why go back to them?

Why face the faces that will only draw back into shadow?

No, I refuse.

Because I am home.