silence and fire flies this midnight seems scary cries from the banquet he forgets she s married thee parlor scene the in between lions and sheep so he comes still dying to greet her with a bouquet of thoughts and nothing to say wide and ambitious suspiciously smiley all through the hallways to the doorway seemed miles the tailored suit the interview she sits and he stares at her waiting he looks in her eyes and sees a bouquet of thoughts but nothing to say every sound and color wrapped in newspaper babies breath daises white rose carnations saving every thought and phrase in vase one day you ll be face to face randomly chosen then thrown in the fire he was alone and she needed a lighter the cigarette like a minuet would get them to dance for an hour and years and talk in their stares through a bouquet of thoughts and nothing to say
['dark cabaret', 'steampunk']