So I don my sombre habit and turn my back.
Painted Pierrot face and bereavement black,
These shabby furs, and shackles for fake glamour;
My disruptive presence and rebellious clamour;
This is my deliberate rip-off of your dream.
I am mocking your world with a counter-theme.
I’m willing you to look at me,
Hold my gaze and still believe,
That you will live forever.
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