In my dream…
There was a man who pulled relics out of air;
who was as beautiful as deadly
in his top hat and his grace.
There was a man whose smile gleamed red
who promised sights beyond repair
for a small fee of pain.
There was a man behind the cloak, the splendour and ambiguous despair,
who loves me more than he can bear;
everytime he draws blood.
There was a man who smiled in his induced reverie;
who proferred his blemished hand
and said life would be better.
