In the end I’ll open with
an empty harmony,
a soul-less riff
to show how much
or rather how little
I care for your
enchanted riddles that
keep me up
’till the break of
…just another of your
fore light cannot shine
on curtains drawn.
Strive in the darkness
You live to feed on,
with a knockout punch
and legs straddled cowgirl
you’ll roll the lifeless body
down a rocky hill
another victim of a siren’s will.
It all sounds like a broken record
When you say that it’s the distance;
No, long distance.
Or did we just grow distant?
Because I have heard this all before
From the mouth of a siren by the shore
Dragging me to the frigid depths
A last caress, to compliment a final breath.
You call off the search before the body’s unearthed.
You know of its resting place yet you are silent.
You call off the search, citing impossible circumstances.
But what do they do? They follow the silent whore.
Chasing the sound of a Siren at work.
Only you could have purged his demons.
Yet you threw away the key.
You had a knack for condemning a true lover.
Sending them to the gallows for terminal affection.
Alas, not even a pitiful tear wet your steely eyes,
as you pulled the lever stiffening the rope
with a deafening crack. And you laughed.
You still laugh to this day. “He had it coming”
You dare say.