This circus of agony that is life
Has turned a little darker now that you’re here
You cut my loneliness with your sharp knife
You made my gloom disappear
On my arms you may rest,
My black rose,
With your head on my chest
As the artistic machine on your head slows…
Let your dreams flow.
Rest my queen,
Tomorrow there’s another show
And I know…you will win.
A. Wolf
