As the thought of you burns at my brain, and the rain burns against my pale flesh. We dance on. Hiding out tears, masking our sorrows. for nature, as one puts it, will be our saviour. Our saviour from the pity of our peers. From their lies and treachery. I will hold you tightly as we spin, in synch. As we dance the waltz of death, as one. And I promise, from the bottom of my heart, though it is cold and blackened, tonight in the rain, we dance.
That was written by me.