A curse, A clue

Sixteen shades of sorrow
On a starless night
With no escape to dawn

She hugged the sand
She cursed the storm
For 16 days and no tomorrows

Mourning friends who fled
And loves that died stillborn.
A lifetime miming, hiding from the touch
That claims

Unchained her from the lie
That was her past.
A hollow tear lay drying on the mask
Behind the veil
Behind the mask
Behind the vizor

And somewhere spiteful spirits
Laughed at her: the last survivor
Because she'd always been alone
She'd always be alone.

(Lyrics from The Legendary Pink Dots)
DeerUniverse's picture

this is really

this is really interesting.... 0.0
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