I could ask you
To what do I owe the pleasure?
But presence to you is nothing
And neither is the words of my silver wired traps
Like you're too smart of a creature to be caught in such predictability
You must look at me like a wild beast
Smoky eyes and smoky lungs
With the colors of life in full saturation
But you just shake your head at me
Leaving me absolutely dizzy
With winks and finger snaps and pins and smirks
How do you do that with hands full and heavy?
I think it's the mystery that intrigues me
Such blatant remarks and straight forward direction
My chest heaves in panic attacks and heartaches
I wonder so often
I wonder what it is about you that captures the beauty of nature
In every leaf, flower, sunlight's streaks
I gaze up in the most oblivious of swoons
And my brain sways to the crack of gunfire exploding
I laugh violently
And my throat bleeds painfully and the blood runs from my eyes
To my ears
And through my nose
Painting my lips red and opening Life to a clearer view
It seems to be no surprise that such a barbaric living room scene lays before me
Laughing with mutton and rifle in hand

I just smile from my mounted place above your mantle.