••• where the tragically beautiful meet
"Here the tragically beautiful and the beautifully tragic, drift through the night, in a last quest for magic. Their faces are masks that so artfully disguise, the wounds in their hearts, the scars in their eyes. These scars in their eyes, never hurt, never bleed. Yet like cracks in a mirror, they distort all they see... For when the heart's an open wound, it's greatest threat I fear; is that the salt rubbed into it, comes from one's own tears."