And maybe it is the other way around
If they're still alive haunting my frozen, rigid face
And each time they visit they leave a spark
Penetrating
Suffocating
Punishing me
Punishing me
The primal reason
The force ripping from the bottom
Forcing two moments in time to become one
Two moments passing through space in unison
For they are the sunken city of dreams
An underwater friend
For they are phantoms born of madman's delusions brought to life
Or maybe it was the other way around
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death He had come like a thief in the night
And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,
And died each in the despairing posture of his fall
And the flames of the tripods expired
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all