In complications we arose
to implement our booming beat.

We struggled, we died,
but nothing held you,
and immediately we regretted trying.

Peace of mind?
What a joke that is.
We were forsaken for bones in a graveyard.

And nothing is left
but the meat in our teeth
and the knives on the table
in your sea-side villa.

Oh how hell froze over that day,
when laughter and death
flew simultaneously
from your kiss-chapped lips.