This relentless storm so familiar it almost seems like a loud echo from the past fixed on the constellation of your labyrinthine memory
Repeated so many times it would be comical if there was no tragedy oh so full of precious nostalgia
Or the bliss - elation and despair dancing their nocturnal carastrophe ballet
And you are the ballerina when the black velvet curtains with their golden stars fall
Your tight dancing shoes so light, yet so heavy
And you carry your years like an old fortuneteller
reading your cards like a psychotic shaman
- always drawing The Hanged Man, The Strenght, The Hermit and The Moon
- And this time, The Tower - The new beginning, one that promises unknown wonders and deep apprehension tied to change and the universal lack of closure
And The Lovers - you have been loving The Emperor for a long time, in a way that surpasses everything you ever dared to dream about
And the journey you have walked hand in hand has been coated in awe and veil of mystery alike
- The mirror image hauntingly looking back from the movement of water
And still you feel like Alice in Wonderland
- Child never grown to adulthood
(And that's what has been told to you so many times you have lost count thousands of years ago, or so it seems)
But your Wonderland has long since transformed
Atmosphere darkened by the years passed
And the child there once was has been gone for so long you don't even remember how she was, you see her fixed in old photographs but you just don't feel the connection
Now you are The Joker with many faces,
your colours shifting as you move only to turn back to black
and Queen of Hearts in the slow process of undying, her blackened heart on display for all to see
through her decayed flesh and opened ribcage
Repeated so many times it would be comical if there was no tragedy oh so full of precious nostalgia
Or the bliss - elation and despair dancing their nocturnal carastrophe ballet
And you are the ballerina when the black velvet curtains with their golden stars fall
Your tight dancing shoes so light, yet so heavy
And you carry your years like an old fortuneteller
reading your cards like a psychotic shaman
- always drawing The Hanged Man, The Strenght, The Hermit and The Moon
- And this time, The Tower - The new beginning, one that promises unknown wonders and deep apprehension tied to change and the universal lack of closure
And The Lovers - you have been loving The Emperor for a long time, in a way that surpasses everything you ever dared to dream about
And the journey you have walked hand in hand has been coated in awe and veil of mystery alike
- The mirror image hauntingly looking back from the movement of water
And still you feel like Alice in Wonderland
- Child never grown to adulthood
(And that's what has been told to you so many times you have lost count thousands of years ago, or so it seems)
But your Wonderland has long since transformed
Atmosphere darkened by the years passed
And the child there once was has been gone for so long you don't even remember how she was, you see her fixed in old photographs but you just don't feel the connection
Now you are The Joker with many faces,
your colours shifting as you move only to turn back to black
and Queen of Hearts in the slow process of undying, her blackened heart on display for all to see
through her decayed flesh and opened ribcage
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