At the strike of midnight,
His blood calls to me.
As we cross the dance floor, our masked eyes ascend.
He must realize who I am,
A whispering voice,
Ordering me toward him.
The glass slipper dissolving into a crimson mess.
His pristine wings are hidden in shadows,
My body begins to quiver.
He takes my hands and embraces me,
Our silhouetted dance…
Is as fake as the smile etched on my mask.
The knife behind my back,
He has no idea.
We lead into his private quarters,
He tears my wretched outfit off.
My knife twitches in my grip now,
The tears streaming down my cheek,
He takes them in his hand and kisses them.
My hand reaches to him in an eternal farewell,
The knife turns to me,
Through stained glass...
The moonlight veils our deadly embrace.

Wallowing inside, you fight my indiscretions
Setting aside all hope and lovers grace
You play yourself through the strings of a violin
Plucking each and every one so diligently
The bittersweet melody humming through ears
Once again, the harmonies break

Your destiny will soon begin to break
Now, shall we play with these...indiscretions?
This ear splitting sound rushing in your ears
This game is played with grace
Let’s play this round diligently
Listen over the violin

Try and look past the sound of the violin
Does your inner self continue to break?
How can a lesser soul play so diligently?
Continuing this battle with strong indiscretions
Yet still, there is no given grace
Let’s try and listen through ears

Please, please, these soundless ears
Can’t hear the sound of this violin
You play with little grace
This game isn’t supposed to break
Aren’t we getting sick of these indiscretions?
You think you can do this diligently?

You wonder why this game is played diligently.
Have you been listening through deaf ears?
You amuse yourself through indiscretions
There’s a reason for this violin
Playing this instrument until it begins to break
This is the feeling of grace

The need for grace
Overwhelms the want to play...diligently
Rules are bound to break
The ringing ends in ears
The end comes near for the violin
Still, you continue your indiscretions

We played with grace. Listened through deaf ears.
We played this game diligently. Through a violin
Yet you still break. Playing with indiscretions.

Let the deathly flower press to your lips,
******* sweet, poisonous nectar from forbidden dreams
Your withering bones, so frail
So full of decay
Your mind has shattered…
A fragment of what once was shimmering in the distance…
And you are afraid to grasp onto the hope that never was
The pungent aroma of the rotting existence wafting through resonance
Like a ripple in a pond, you seek difference in a world of comparison
Comparison that gives you no meaning
Comparison that makes you fragile and withered
Withering into a nothingness that has no light
Light cannot exist without darkness
But you, my dear love,
Are shrouded in only darkness.
With no hope of light…
No hope.
Helpless.