in my head

if only you had two eyes,
how gladly i would blind them,
and send you stumbling far from here.
-
and suppose you had two hands--
how tightly i would bind them,
in honor of your cruel career.


let's pretend you're made of flesh!
how gleefully i'd gore you
for all the work you've done today.
-
make believe you have a heart,
and i could tear it from you...
i'd giggle like a child at play.


what if you were my own blood?
i'd slash my veins to drain you,
your gurgling screams: my peaceful song.
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and if I were God Himself?
how wrathfully I'd send you
down to the Pit where you belong.


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what if i flee by dreaming?
how patiently you're waiting
for me to wake. your eyes: deep red.
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you torture me with anger.
how strange that i would help you,
yet long to conquer you instead.

answer me

what twist of chance en-fleshed this truth?
your fears, which i once tossed aside,
are now revealed as justified.

and who can measure its narrow depths?
for reasons far beyond your ken,
the gap between is deeper than.

and how can these be reconciled?
two rights can make a wrong, it seems,
if caution keeps what love redeems.

and why do true friends bring you tears?
your loyalty can't be denied,
nor can i fault what you decide.

and when was courage born in me?
by moonlight, or in darker times?
or by my own forgiven crimes?

and where will moonlight lead you now?
reluctantly forsake the dawn,
else wake to find that i am gone.