no matter how much you try
to fool me, fool you-
your eyes give it away.
they sing -
tiny daggers through my heart
from all their beauty
and all their pain. joy. slasher massacre.-
reminding me of how awesome it is
to feel that again;
no more violence for dreams,
your presence disarms me.
your song,
like creeping death at the bottom of a wishing well-
found its way to me
just before your last breath.
just before my last ...
