“Wrap me in the crimson night... Let the silence breathe inside... Underneath the heavy skin... Let the dark and pulse begin...” Blind to the walls where the heavy laments escape She who once drowned her thirst in velvet, hollow kisses and here, in the embers, I fade a simple breath snuffs out the amber flame, Yet I long to narrow my eyes into the sepulchral light... ...and my voice trembles... it breaks like dry parchment. Oh wrap me in a crimson shroud of night Where shadows dance so warm so deep, so bright. A beautiful decay beneath the heavy skin, Let the dark embrace let the pulse begin. “Inside the dark... Inside the flame... We disappear... But stay the same...” Dawn breaks to clearing mist and dew escorts the steps... ...and the footprints dethrone those of yesterday... past... before... How she unravels boxed into a shell as thin as skin. No desire remains to dream awake... ...how comforting the bed my chamber lacks... and laughter is cruel. It turns obscene cruel watchful, letting the light brush against her Simpler now... ...and it dazes those mischievous eyes... Returning them to the shadow knotted to her wrists... Oh wrap me in a crimson shroud of night Where shadows dance so warm, so deep, so bright. A beautiful decay beneath the heavy skin, Let the dark embrace, let the pulse begin. A porcelain doll seemingly uncorrupted... but here it comes... Tending to a sigh watching the glass grow cold Fogging your window with the winter warmth of her breath.
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