don’t lie to me, lover, (you know i don’t like that); lover let’s reminisce (of when you still liked it)-
.

i liked it best you in your awake-REM state, believing anything
(and everything until you woke-woke up); so now don’t refuse to close your eyes, love,
the blind and blind, one ahead and one behind (and don’t you still want it that way?,
dahlin’ but don’t lie (die) to me yet, not while you still can)

love, but don’t dare remember your bloody (insurrections of the soul (against me), all flash and fire
and revolution (and nothing matter in the end); mostly you think (dream) we’re
romeo and juliet with your overblown hopeless-romanticism (but even if (if even) juliet destroyed him-
destroyed herself in the m a k i n g but i’m still okay (even if you’re not):

the truth is
iyzevel (jezebel) with an etymology of not exalted- personified sin, a
poem in the making, died to be eaten by dogs (you think as she rightly deserved; god
have mercy on her soul (but she’s me a (painted jezebel))
love don’t
bother covering it up to yourself, i know you like it sugared but the truth
is supposed to b i t e (and since we’re on the subject, in dante’s inferno
we(me and jezebel but dahlin’ you’re still alive)’re frozen but it’s o k i’m mostly soulless)
.

(come lover and take my place/face and mostly make it end)