The Dark
"What holds me in your embrace, when your nails start to bite,
it is not fear that keeps me here,
but my sad, twisted delight.
Your sweet and tempting song, is all I really need,
not life, nor love, nor food, nor breath;
just cause my ears to bleed....
I'll close my eyes and dance and spin, to the drumming in my veins.
You must not hear it too, or else, I know you'd do the same.
Rhythms pounding in my skull...
torents of molten rain."
