Carmilla from Velvet by Autumn & The Afterthoughts

When the night passes,
And morning begins to bend,
And break,
And tear away,
And the face,
Of all that our situation became,
Will reveal its aches and its pain and its strain.
From vanities into the spring,
From mirrors of flowering seeds,
From horrors to relief,
Sensations to belief,
To enhance our ever steepening greed.

Eyeing,
A bad dream,
Taking,
Each other forward in Ecstasy,
Sullenly,
Our grief,
Falls over the other and interweaves,
Feeling,
Breathing,
Heavy into our misfortune,
Longing,
Daunting,
Stagnating into ourselves.

Lost in repose,
And assumed unrequited,
Shown through oppressives,
And coerced of an image,
Of sacrality and peace,
Forced of fire and heat,
Yet endurance to be held,
Through blood and through teeth.
And solemnly,
There's sanctity,
In the Earth beneath our feet,
The air is cluttered,
With the wills of others,
But the weather has never been kind to us.

Swaying,
Shaking,
Saving all that I can,
We're decaying,
Fading,
Craving,
Spiraling into your sad gaze,
Sauntering,
Salvaging all that remains,
We're a disease,
Our grieving,
Is waiting,
Till it is we're left to ourselves.

And It's really just as well,
If no one could ever tell,
It lays between heaven,
And us and hell,
And it's equally just as well to us.
Deep down inside of our selves,
The weather inside the shell,
Where a look is a stutter,
And the taste is of butter,
And that's all our fault as well.
Stand your spot,
Don't make it for naught,
We've taken our shot,
In ways that could never,
End with just you or me,
Or ever be seen.

And bodily,
I do believe,
Autonomy,
Is pushing to see,
Itself for each other,
Become one another
And erase me,
Erase me,
Erase me,
Ourselves for each other,
Become one another,
And erase me.

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