Forgive my maladies for i have sinned
The feathered sniffle of betrayal
The gleaming edge of steel smiles
As nocturnal risings haunt the troubled mind
Emptiness prides itself
Thieves have stolen the wings of the raven
Clowns and monks roam the streets in disguise
Even the kleptomaniac reeks of satisfaction
And the poignant charade moves on
Opened books, valued more than speechless murals
The undercurrents at their hilt
Tasting the black blood of a charred soul
As nothing gold can stay
As i put back on my mask of fear
Slide into the whimsical cage
The chimes now hide the foregone love
And the poignant charade moves on
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