Phaedra's Dream from Via Negativa by Black Shine Fever

From the repetitive dirge of white noise I call your name,
As the spasms of time mourn that sweet music you couldn't dance to.
You're like a headless meanade posing and I strecht out my hand to your voice
as I heard it multiplied in the labyrinths of screaming mania.

"No flowers for her" says your epitaph.
Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death.

The gardens of the dead fall into the waters of eternal life.
On the edge of a savage precipice I lend my image to the deserter idol.

"No flowers for her" says your epitaph.
Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death.

Wide open eyes over your calvary dig the pit of the burning hearts.
I'll heal your shame and you'll forgive yourself.

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