. . . and you don’t see me . . .

As I creep up behind you;
Merely one kiss to prove
That it was true,
Just before I slit your throat.

. . . and you don’t hear me . . .

When I whisper one last promise;
Fueled by faith that was poisoned
By you, when you thought nothing was amiss.
And now you die slowly.

. . . and you don’t feel me . . .

When I wrap my arms around you
Just one last time before
My hands slip higher -- no rue --
Now that I take your breath away once more.

. . . and you don’t taste me . . .

Not like I taste your blood on my lips.
Regrets? I have none that I know of.
For my conscience no longer trips
On the obstacles you placed for me.

. . . and you can’t speak to me . . .

Not anymore. No longer can you tear
Everything I said to pieces,
While your lies and promises wear
Upon the resolve I’ve built.

Because you’re gone,
Because you’re gone . . .