Mercy was on your mind
When you marched me to the guillotine.

My affection fell short
And our future wasn't good enough...

For you could not love me.

For I cannot blame you.

When I'm looking through the pinholes,
That adorn the ceiling like scars,
And I take a deep breath
To hold it in like the supernova
Of a dying, burning star...

I'll learn how to feel again.

I'll shake off the morphine
That you coated me in
When the curtain came down on our future
When the sun fell black
On St. Crispin's Day.

For you could not love me.

For you are not wrong.

You look upon me
From your high ground,
And you fill me full of spades.

I'm crushed below the amazement you inspire,
And and you're grinding me into dust.

I will cease to be in this enchantment.

For you could not love me,
So I peeled back your veil.