A cigarette in my hand
A wine glass in my other
I’m sitting staring at
The words laid on my plate
I carefully lift up
My pen and my knife
Cut through them neatly
And swallow them
Into my mouth
I don't talk I write
These voices up my head
All the songs I write
For you carve for you
But you don't seem to know
Would you be there if I fall
Watch me as I
Tumble upon your feet
Applaud as my limbs twist and turn
Gracefully yet flawlessly
This fall is collateral
They say words can kill
But dying isn't the worst thing that can happen
I don't talk I write
These voices up my head
All the songs I write
For you carve for you
But you don't seem to know
So empty your glasses
Draw the curtains up
As I stand in front of you
Cut my head off clean like a Camellia bloom falling
My eyes rolling 'round as I watch you
Patiently watching me take my last breath
The last breath of the arrogant fool
I don't talk I write
All these words inside my mind
You said I should let it go
But they come haunt my nights
I don't talk I write
Could be poison to your ears
But you paid for the scene
When I fall you fall with me
When I fall you fall with me