Red

There is a Friend,

He speaks of umbers, seekers

Try to

Breathe

Get a taste of it, of beautiful pain

Try to let it overstay its rent within your heart right where your chest once was

Wreathe in the blissful horror--

Indulge in the palpitation of the tissue system underneath

The one claiming to stretch you in vacuum, folding within

Say the words: pu-re a-g-o-n-y

Let them roll in with the blood of your tongue

Oh, I fancy myself his friend sometimes 

But surely I don't have enough open wounds within my bones 

Pure agony, pure agony, 

Pour a gas made of salt into the skathing wounds upon my heart

I am in a state of forever torment

And I cannot, 

For the life of me,

Stop dancing.

There is a musical installation nearby,

And I must

swallow my ticket.

Can you hear yourself? 

What beautiful sounds you make

Come with me, 

Come with me

Let's jump upon the threshold of silent screams

It is not the only way

But it is the best 1