Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die

The soft blood trickled as it fell it was like a faucet with a slow leak dripping My mind went blank

Nuns in shackles being walked out She could see me I was trying to hide

All prolific’s aside one beautiful paradox to another, don’t you know how wonderful you feel wrapped

Sometimes I feel the words being driven out of me

Darkness surrounded me and I felt nothing and that was the reality everything was moving around me and none of it mattered

We are blood and bones dried up and ashes pacing, I let it flow ragged and bruised we slip by our fate

There is energy from some place like the desert

Do you live inside my head steal my thoughts? how do you know everything I need?