The light spills in through
The old windows of our room
Where the pierrot now mimes
His white face masking all pain
Darkness soaks into the walls
Where intricate designs transform
Into pictures of hatred and lust
Where demons even cower
The strings move the puppets
Slowly around the verandah of
That room where the pierrot now mimes
With black lips and empty eyes
The knife falls to the floor
After cutting his pale wrists
Blood melting into the ground
Where we once were innocent
Seizures move through his
Sickened body
While you smile
At me















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