Defective soul-beats to the sound of tinkling as the heart breaks.
Questing for a salve to the terrors that rock your world, chilling the marrow of your bones.
The only magic I have is the magic in my blood, the sound of my heart and the flow of my love.
Loyalty to the agony that rattles the core as you close your eyes against the tears.
Sorrow that flows like a river to the ocean of your bottomless past.
Childlike wonder gives way to hate as the world slaughters your desire to dance.
So I do not dance anymore, and the lights go out. I see that smile fade and so do I.
Interconnected, delicately wound into the fabric of your existence, I burn out as you pale.
A nightmare turned reality. Will I never be allowed to wake up?
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