Night of the soul

A dark brocade in berwick

Night in inhuman form, demonic shades of souls, madly

Echo, “shes not even gay” and laugh at my bedroom window.

Her honey voice lights up my soul,

Crown of the world, she sobs love, and I, like a child become,

Wrapped in her tender rhyme,

And some inhuman says to her, “come away” and laughter returns, to ring in hell,

What’s real?

So I’ll let her know, this night that repeats itself as more torture, carried on from the public humiliations,

The inhumans, they’ll have a plan B, of course, they’re evil

And in the shades, I’ll fight, I’ll dance with the dagger of my soul,

I’ll fight for her, I’ll beat them all, as I dance with words, I’ll let her know, that I’d go mad for her,

I’d do anything I’ll never stop dancing,

With her shadow.