The dark was exorcised from a mind's possession,
and the fuel was spent without mercy's haste:
we both burned quick with neither oil nor fire,
and confusion shaped chaos in our lonely vessel.
Poisoned by the tempest of rain, roses of red satin
turned into metallic orchids, afore revealing the sorrow
of a bucket of dissolving stars. We were then
a beautiful mind in tatters, a riddle for the fool's lovelight;
a knife dragged can tear anything, even a bond without hate.
Dreams of black and white, you and I, forever lost.
And my God how it felt like dire fate.