AESTHETIC

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try

To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalize
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness's lifts and the room is bright




I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die



There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

-The Hand That Rocks The Cradle- The Smiths