Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer.
Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tried a bracelet made of gold
and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."
We painted crooked lines
but danced in perfect time to a love
so much refined, we know not what it is
until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief
we've know before but never quite like this.
All i know now is regret, she follows like a silhouette
along the cobblestone behind us,
but has nothing much to say except to innocently ask,
her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but i continue on my way.
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