Once, my eyes were blind
Clouded in red (and you questioned me
Was it love? Really?)

Once, my hands were tied
Bound by my hate (and you pondered
Is it all too late to wander?)
To cut the ropes; replenish hope?

In you, and me
So I will see
And bear white flesh
With no slit throat?

It's really anyone's guess

Sometimes our words hang in the air
Like smoke – and I can see you bare
Suddenly so clear to me; unravel
All hypocrisy
A never-ending joke

Swallow the truth and choke