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Moonflower



It's cold down here

Where I hold myself

Caressing hopes

That cannot be broken

You don't want me

Oh, I cannot

Come out and play

I can hide from you

Among the shadows

Cast by an artificial sun

Here in the stillness

Your jubilant voices

Echo coldly

Hungry eyes devouring

Your luminosity

I cannot come out

For I will wither

Under your gaze

Stage illuminated by night's embers

This life our ornament, duly polished

Divine audience hail to our members

The realm held rapt, the spirit abolished:

Hiding behind our masks a faceless form

We glimmer, painted in our jubilance

our countenance gives way to shapes forlorn

Marionettes dancing for lack of sense:

Enveloped in an endless shining whorl

Fragile beauty like a porcelain doll

Filled with theived intensity our eyes swirl

Facades adorning our decadent ball:

Our hollow lives are like an endless waltz

Which only for the final curtain halts