Come into my mind and stay a little while.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. So the lover must struggle for words. This love is silent.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though sometimes it’s just an empty socket. Lakune’s elaborate makeup designs must surely resemble the kind of looks tormented souls ask for in the salon at the end of Hell, where looking fabulous goes hand in twisted, gnarled hand with the tortured demons locked inside, desperately clawing to get out.
