Your eyes had remained fixed as I tangled threads through your ribs
I quietly knotted each string up your spine and down your wrists
feverishly I searched for a deeper way in.
I ripped at myself to show you how I feel
but not even I could distinguish between what was strained
and what's real.
Now, as we stand by the fire soaked in gasoline
note how curtly you'll hear the snap of my strings
mind how fast I can burn every word
ash your existence
and all the things I've heard.