Blink, blink,
twitch, twitch.
Murder us,
they say.
Behind they hide,
the sparkiling pins.
Each blood drop,
still remains.
Tomorrow is,
another day.
Where they will rest,
the sweet remains.
Cold light,
shines upon the space.
Where our hearts,
have stepped away.
Let us sink,
into our dirt.
They say,
they say.
They say,
they say.
Clenching the ache,
once brought upon.
So truly desired,
yet deeply feared.
Twitch, twitch,
blink, blink.
Tomorrow is,
another day.
Where they will rest,
the sweet remains.
They say,
they say.
They say,
they say.
