It started with a thought
that passed onto a fear,
yet turned into a sight
my body has yet to share,

Why must it seam so inviting ?
never waking up again,

The cars all seam to be screaming
to kiss them at our meeting,

yet my knife seems so divine?
when dipped in my very own red wine,

why must this puppet show go on?
when it has already passed it's final song

why must it seam so inviting?
Never waking up again

-Sx