Through untamed shadows and blurred silhouettes
The moon remembers what the night forgets
it was a time before all, before the time we met
the form of a shadow and my love's silhouette
Gathering darkness of the collective noir
the hellish display of Satan's bazaar.
The passively insane, jokers and boars
of Victorian plays and Spanish guitars!
The view from here is lovely indeed
the vantage point of insanity.
A suit of skin is miraculous, I see
The stunning cloth of evil dreams
My, my, what a treat
ah,Visitors we see
all waiting to share
a shallow moment of care
Please show us, what's new
in the world of the living, this paradigm stew
A dance on the roof summons suspicion
from the mess below of ugly submission
I plead, I implore, abandon all tradition!
Before you pummel down the world's attrition...
I have seen the wonders of the other side.
Where mass ballrooms of dead reside
all swooping, crying, laughing with pride
While the they truly live and you surely die.
The fires of madness, the abundant endeavor
strikes a chord with those, whomever,
enjoy such masked adventures, whichever
Such with Boris, Phil, Julie and Trevor.
beating pain out from the brim
Retching blood and bile from within
Yes, of course I'll obey
Please...could you stay?
Yes my lover, my illustrious shadow tamer
the other that is here but only I can see, my sane reclaimer....
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
Through untamed shadows and blurred silhouettes
The moon remembers what the night forgets
it was a time before all, before the time we met
the form of a shadow and my love's silhouette
Gathering darkness of the collective noir
the hellish display of Satan's bazaar.
The passively insane, jokers and boars
of Victorian plays and Spanish guitars!
The view from here is lovely indeed
the vantage point of insanity.
A suit of skin is miraculous, I see
The stunning cloth of evil dreams
My, my, what a treat
ah,Visitors we see
all waiting to share
a shallow moment of care
Please show us, what's new
in the world of the living, this paradigm stew
A dance on the roof summons suspicion
from the mess below of ugly submission
I plead, I implore, abandon all tradition!
Before you pummel down the world's attrition...
I have seen the wonders of the other side.
Where mass ballrooms of dead reside
all swooping, crying, laughing with pride
While the they truly live and you surely die.
The fires of madness, the abundant endeavor
strikes a chord with those, whomever,
enjoy such masked adventures, whichever
Such with Boris, Phil, Julie and Trevor.
beating pain out from the brim
Retching blood and bile from within
Yes, of course I'll obey
Please...could you stay?
Yes my lover, my illustrious shadow tamer
the other that is here but only I can see, my sane reclaimer....
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