neon girl sly

the dark will always be there and all the harm but she's your charm as the bitter opens up the black chasm above and all around the lights fall one by one in the towers in the halls you hold your weapon dear to you as she to blue her silver voice sing one shimmering note after another a seventh, a minor, as the bright hollows beside her inside her soft like wings stains like cherry places a hand upon your neck drawing poison from your wounds warmth within the strife you know she is your lover your laughter and your life