Speak to me angles they do
Say, hold on, with bleeding hands
Hold on to this flimsy evidence of life
Let those memories seep through your veins
Nay, touch them, absorb them
Hear them saturate every beat of your heart
And when tired of this empty journey
Make up for all the mistakes you made in life
Live, live in your majestic madness
Or a life drenched in seductive sadness
But live
For this cold, dark night of silver silence
Will speak to you one day, someday
Thus live
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