Well, after all the blood that you still owe
Another dollar’s just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up while you can…
so tell me, what have i done
to deserve these icy shivers
you dripped down my spine
and halted my temperature?
i only wished to take respites
and thaw this spastic relation
i never thought you’re weary
fathomed into a sunken inure
but grudges develop into gall
and interpretations turn awry
communications break down
and scars leave defaced marks
though was this my sin or yours
praying to the deities of hearsay
and believe gossip from tongues
refusing thus to light the sparks?
so tell me, just what have i done
to deserve your crashing bullets?
dismayed gunpowder sending me
straight down into an early grave
i only wished to defuse the placid hate
and cease this ineffectual, aeonian war
but perhaps both of the perpetrators are
enjoying such pain too much to be saved.