All of my pain
Goes into this kill,
This one kiss upon the terrible form
That sought me to be still
That sought me out,
To be heavy with the weight of loss,
For you were there,
Until you were not.
Your absence might appear kind,
It is unlike the place I will find
Yourself, among the dust of a ruined city.
Might it be one that you collapsed,
Might it be one where we embraced,
Might it be one where we entrusted,
Fate, to see us laced,
In the twine of love.
And I will come with a dagger weighing
In the hand of a man’s temperament,
In the hand of authority.
There is nothing to die for,
And nothing to live for,
For such, I will drag you back to see
The real terror.