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How soft they speak
and seem to be at peace
with the movement of the music and the madness.
That's pulling me into this.

And the shades of the lamps are woven red.
The light, it stains and consecrates.
Anointing all forgotten forms.
That swirl and smoke
and haunt this place.

The girls in gowns all nurse the dark
pulling it near to their swelling breasts.
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
and beats within their virgin chests.

And here I know seduction breeds
from wanton hearts that would seduce.
And grows and spreads its vines and leaves
embracing those who might have moved.

But now remain to drink the night
from vials black and thick with steam.
With intoxicating delights.
Would leave you drunk inside this dream.
And you watch them take the light from you.

And you find yourself on a velvet couch
tasting the skin of a foreign girl.
Her eyes are black and wet like oil
and she ties your hands with a string of pearls.

And you tremble like a frightened bird
as she closes in and captures you to place you
in a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb.
So once you're safe inside, she might let you out
to fly in circles around the room.

But it's always night and there is no moon
and you wonder if you are alive.
And you're not sure if you want to be.