She dealt in lies well improvised and hypnotized me.
In the courtyard, the first light strikes a bayonet.
I sit alone and smoke in cuffs before an armed coquette.
She is striking, her hair adorned with bouncing bets.
Her eyes, they leap from my hood to where her pale fingers rest.
What’s the matter? This isn't foreign territory.
Don’t slouch your shoulders; roll up those bloodied sleeves and squeeze.
Take me out. What’s another speechless soul that dared to offer you their help? Please, take me out. Waste another ceaseless soul that dared to clear your head of doubts.
I empathised, wiped your eyes, and recognised you.
At the altar, the daily, doleful sacrament.
I mopped your brow and bled the wine. Tore at my flesh ‘til I was spent.
Though my legs gave, beset by bonds and déjà vu,
on every side your selfish pride, I crawled and cringed right back to you.
A little higher, if my heart was never yours to keep.
Let loose the hammer; I’m so tired of losing sleep.
Now squeeze.
Take me out. What’s another speechless soul that dared to offer you their help?
Please, take me out. Waste another ceaseless soul that dared to clear your head of doubts.
It's finally calm upon the restless sea, where the waves will lap and bury me.
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