Creeping in my room,
crawling on the floor,
hidden in the shadows,
is my Transylvanian concubine.
this roaring going off in my head,
their warning read loud and clear.
A warped reality staring you in the face,
with water on the mirror.

This circle has no side,
running swiftly, freely through the forrest.
I've got the world on a string,
twirling in the midnight breeze.
There's a knife under my skin,
carving its tattoos on the surface no longer smooth.

Temptation bears strange fruit,
and poisoned sugar water.
A carnival girl sitting alone on the ferris wheel
watching the world go 'round
and all the while ...she stays the same.

How can I live with such passion,
it burns me alive but I walk,
one weak-kneed foot after the other.

How do I survive with such conviction,
it eats me inside but I remember to breathe,
one short constricted breath after the other.

The monster under my bed steals my fears
and feeds them to me in the morning.
I hold a vigil on the ground and
watch the imaginary rain fall to the sky.

 
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