Dance with blades, my pretty Child,
Love you like no other has,
Singing dreamlight from your burning—
I know you’ve cut the pain again.
Mourn your malice, help you hate
Your hate of heaven, Spring reflection.
April nights in starry empty—
"Smile, Darlin’, it wets the cheek."
I’ll kiss the scars, come bleed away.
Binge on heartbeats, don’t purge the lie;
Don’t understand, they never will—
my voice a memory to melt the wound.
Dying, Dearest…more ailing moonbirds,
Echo hymns from twilight choir;
A Southern breeze will cleanse the wings—
don’t have to hurt like that today.
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