agata

So waltz around the room, with that glaze in your stare.
In my tuxedo suit.
Only missing a name.
Will you lower your defenses?
Shall I lower my casket?
Open the door and open your grave.

She lay with saphires in her eyes,
but had already tied, a bracelt made of gold and a scarlet
thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so you sang sentimental songs.
"How seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."
Then 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 unknown before.
But never quite like this.
Never quite like this.
All i know now is regret,
it follows like a silhouette
along the cobbelstones behind me,
but has nothing to say.
Except to innocently ask,
its voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"

...but i continue on my way.