Let me dance, to this cacophony. I’ll place my feet elegantly, sway my arms swiftly, arch my back gently, submitting myself to this loathed melody. It’s enigmatic, it’s sinister, but it wants to be felt, such a beautiful symphony. It makes me dance, sans pretentious clothing, on winter nights, on broken glass, decorating the stage with my blood and sweat. I think it’s her way of telling that truths are cursed but beautiful. How kind of you to warn me of my dangerous whims but my darling, your melodies are deafening unlike this cacophony that makes me drown in it As I let it infest me, corrupt me, teaching me what ecstasy truly is. So, I beg of you, let me dance; to this cacophony.