Needful agony in lust undefined When red velvet curtains caress the floor And light glimmers If only for a second Underneath the cracks in this floor If the sky is an aftermath of life Than who the fuck am I to say it's right And thousands of people look in their mirrors The trees are no longer alive Since the leaves are gone And nature no longer reflects the surrealist It only sits there Waiting to be taken A breeze will blow often enough And rumple up those curtains They are faded now Their color lacks the luster it once had It's red has been hacked out to orange And brown So nighttime is the only time they are beautiful And the people in the mirror They feel this too.
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