I play roulette with every thought,
Spinning chambers I forgot.
Mirror demons sip my tears,
Whisper vices in my ears.

Will it be the blade of blame,
Or pills pressed down with sweeter shame?
A noose of pearls, a kiss of lead,
Which love song will I die with? My dread.

Velvet chains or drowning gin,
Sapphire lies or suffering’s din.
Every shadow takes its turn,
To light the match and watch me burn.

Choose your weapon, take the stage,
Beauty bleeding out of rage.
Gold-tipped sorrow, silk regret…
Darling death, we haven’t danced yet.