Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you,
relive the pictures that have come to pass.
For now we stand alone.
The World is lost and blown, and we are
flesh and blood disintegrate
with no more to hate.
Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?
And in your darkest hour I hold Secrets' flame.
We can watch the World
devoured in its pain.
Delivered from the blast - the last of a line of lasts.
The pale princess of a palace,
cracked.
And now the kingdom comes crashing down,
undone.
And I am a master of a nothing-place of
recoil and grace.
Time has stopped before us,
the sky cannot ignore us.
No one can separate us
for we are all that is left.
The echo bounces off me,
the shadow lost beside me.
There's no more need to pretend
because now I can begin again.
Strange,
strange,
strange.
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