Mirrors. Smoke. Candles scattered about. Pianos. Black cats. Chains. Music. And above all... masks.
Mine is slipping away. And this fills me with a dread as black as night. I hide trembling in my cave of solitude where no ray of cruel sunshine tears away at the fabric of my dreams.
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.
Unde-s distraiele, unde-s cafelele?
1 month ago
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