I slashed sadness on her treacherous white throat
And watched her bleed her profane sanctity
I hurried through that dark, fearsome tunnel.
(Exit)
The new darkness shines through, and here-
I go again, celebrating the same mistakes.
They define me and give me wings.
(Enter)
And yet I crave the warmth of two hands,
Holding me, strangling me, gagging me,
Love, can I truly ever break free?
(Stay)
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