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Secrets pass between us,
Shadows hiding in shadows....
If only I could read the writing on your face.
You slip around me like thick silk..
And I can feel the terrible eternity.
I close my eyes and begin to see,
The suffering, the beauty...
You wear the halo of a devil,
The scent of roses laced with insecticide...

So sweet, you kneel before me...
So innocent, you lower your gaze...
So sad, your tears betray you,
And broken you've worshipped me.

Repentant, I stand before you...
Jaded, I lower my gaze....
Torn, my tears betray me,
And broken I remain your deity.

Love changes everything.

After strange Gods,
And the worlds oldest enemies....
I don't believe in victims,
Or the healing of broken places.
The perception of good and evil,
Is savage beauty.
And the dark side holds its own
ordinary grace.

You see her life...
In the mirror...
....Extinguished.

You see the scars....
On her body....
....Left by this sickness.

You've watched her beg,
You've watched her bleed...
So you miss this.

You see Your life,
In the mirror...
....Extinguished.

You close your eyes,
And you cry...
....For this Illness.

You pray,
And you plead.

Your tormented creator...
Granted life and immortality,
So many crying and a godly child,
Wears a crown of thorns...

My hands are fatigued,
By the silent dust of our prayers...
And we kissed,
To distract out broken souls.
But the heart can endure...
Another tragedy,
Another loss.
With each tired breath
I can feel you, Moving through me...
And you - sweet angel - represent death.
So I sit in this abyss,
Self made no less....
With the dead,
But a whisper away...
And sweet fallen angels
fill the skys, graceing me.

The mirror despises me...
Another self-portrait falls to the floor,
And I am gone...

She and I are master and pupil....
And while one feels dirty, the other knows love.
I trace the cracks in the wall with diseased eyes...
And sketch the pain with misshapen fingers.
I have coated this canvas with anger and warm blood.
Here the heart and hatred meet....
And though no words leave her lips, she speaks,

"I am gone."
The ecstacy of tragedy...
"If it bleeds, it leads."
Accept that evil is ordinary,
Good is not.
Despair, Violence, Temptation
Common pain, Seperate sorrow.
Its all the same.
Life is a weekend retreat
In a desolate, unnoticed place....
A Broken down palace.