The Teardrop Prelude
Morbydia
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A black night
with no stars
I wondered...
The rain falls
the pain falls
and covers me...
Wash my face
put my hands
to you...
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Almost stoic
to lay down
fleshless...
Passion vicious, velvet vesper,
Sad masks broken by light.
The final masquerade, teardrop gliding,
Dance the waltz without me.
"So lie with me the last night,
You and your black poetry,
And lie to me the last time,
Break my persona with your bright.
Love yourself better than me,
You and your black misery,
And like Pygmalion adore
This last lines you have done to me