And what’s the story you want to hear?
Been a long time since you’ve captured blank pages.
Sit close darling, I’ll whisper in your ear
The sad sung spins of repressed, burnt-out ages.
I found the Mocking Man,
Though his charms are better kept in their cages
They’ve all run wild against the master plan
And left you to your worthless weeping.
Sprites will trickle back over the paths they ran
Simply crawl into the memories you’ve forgotten without seeing
So don’t ask me heedless questions yet,
Your memoirs of blood will be written amidst your screaming.
Take the blank, take the bet,
I’ll be surprised if you survive without him, Dear.
It seems your heart is dancing forever in his well-spun net.
Don’t cry to me when you realize he’s all you’ll ever fear.