Not a single thread of hair will move
not a single destination will be reached
not one of this multiplicity of choices will be made
in the name of my passion
It will remain unseen, untamed, unforgiving
this little game I play
this little dance next to the jaws
that open wide down the gutter
and will always wait
but never engulf me
for it is only I who owns the key
that sets the music box in motion.
You can shout.
You can wear out your pipes
and tear apart your limbs.
You can feed your tears to the dogs
that howl this night of broken moon,
you can spread your fears and let them move about you
a sickening parade of your very darkest -your most fragile
your most guarded - your most evident
You can run, but you can't hide.
The sound of this piece shall follow you
until the light is right
and the evening's set
and once again, I shall perform for you
one last time
before you jump.