He watches her, face neutral as his knife runs...
The fire burning in his emerald eyes...

There is a story behind every glare
A story of sorrow and despair...

Don't cry no more Baby,
Put your head on my shoulder...

Your gaze draws me,
I am whatever you see...

I have built a wall around me,
Building it block by block...

There are whispers around me
Those little voices telling me to let you be...

He sits there quietly,
This elderly man who knows so much of me...

I am a tall oak
That stands proud...

I am a figurine
So very fragile...

Your hands linger on my neck,
Feel your mouth on mine, hard and warm...

At first I didn't understand
What this feeling was...

I want you to just go
Don't worry this'll be the last...