When there's no unconsciousness when there are no faeryhair faeries my romantic violence wants me frail sadness can become light perversion only dazzling fire that burns in stakes lighting unquiet born souls (needing dark rest) the damned pa**ions all the blood that runs in all the time that is given making us invisible to the eyes the sky is darkening before of a real sunset we are shadows, look at us with anger because we have no more heart inside, eternal sleeps, we fly immortal Now our screams are nothing but a sing There are words that do not need voice, though mute they scream