"Ode To Sibyl Vane"

There’s a strange little frame

On the floor of my attic

There’s a black you can’t name

On the floor of my manic

Soul

 

Let your fingertips feel

The soft poisonous canvas

Turn it slow and reveal

My unenviable atlas

Of sin

 

The night is young, dear

And so am I

Join me, don’t turn away

The dark is here to stay

 

Scream, my sweet love, and panic

It’s not another game

But believe, it’s ecstatic

To decide not to tame

The night

 

You will never know

How it feels to

Die

You will never know

What it’s like to

Lose on your own

In the night

When it all goes dark

 

Let your fingertips feel

The soft poisonous canvas

Sail on with me, we will

Explore with no compass

The length and breadth of life

And death

 

In the night

In the night

When it all goes dark