You

Why must i hear the lies,
witness the tears she cries,
the tears that fall as rain,
to brush away the pain,

she offers what none can give,
she dies an leaves me to live,
i crawl around my mind,
and stab till i am blind,

she turned and ran today
and i do not know the way
she returns without a tear,
and now i cannot hear

she toys with my life
i dance with her knife
the tears have dried
replaced by a crimson shade
of those self same droplets

she signs a pretty song
but the dance of death is strong
the gift to hear an to see
are cursed by the knife of you and me,

life sings a pretty song but the cry of the knife is o so strong