Glass slippers twirling on mahogany floors
    Painted nails smoothing over velvet walls
        Gossamer silks gliding on ornate beds
             Swathes of love hiding my falls.

Satin symphonies float in the air
Echoed by the glazed chambers,
Like the words written with                  blood stained ink
Dried, like the walls, the words,          the papers.

And where the wine flows like            rivers
And the joy flows like the                      wine
And the love becomes the                    joy
And you become                                      mine.

                And demons are vanquished
          And the sun rises again
    And i break and heal, break and heal, break and heal
The sheets, the sun, your arms, the pain.