Welcome to the bitter fantasy
if misery loves company then be my guest.
All around, victims of beauty
a tomb embellished to impress

she will hold the torch unto you
to shine a light on what you keep
like a moth unto the candle drawn
slavishly awake from sleep

She bids me goodnight
and she turns out the light
my face is turned into my pillow in fear
I must look away
for what re-lights the flame
could be the same monster I fled drawing near

Come now, child, sing me your darkest songs
I promise I won't stop your screams
we wear our separate masks and paint our faces grey
already dead or so it seems

She bids me goodnight
and she turns out the light
my face is turned into my pillow in fear
I must look away
for what re-lights the flame
could be the same monster I fled drawing near
She bids me goodnight
and she turns out the light
my face is turned into my pillow in fear
Paralyzed and remote
fingers curl 'round my throat
she sits on my chest and she drinks from my tears

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