I am Wary II

I have the ability to perceive what's not quite at my fingertips
And oh, it makes me scared.
Rings on my fingers,
Dead with leaves and broken branches
In October.
Your silver smile, glass eyes,
I could feel you
But then the wind blew you away with my face
A papercut
And now he's bleeding tears in the sunset
(Rumors spreading about the skeleton in the backyard)
He's too late for the shootout,
He walked the twenty paces and pulled the trigger in the air
(Consequently leaving smoking bullet stains in my throat)
There's a new eye staring,
Daggers on the ground
Nothing at my fingertips anymore
Through my blindness I stared out the window
And with a soft kiss on his cheek, I jumped