More compatible
With our drink
Of choice
Call me a martyr
& beg to greet
Thy mercy
With a taste
Of what we all
Think we deserve
To sing about

You never gave me
Much else to go
On and on
About other than
Your eyes
& the grace you
Played off
On each fingertip.

& all she wants
To do
Now is just
Burn
Burn
Burn
It all away
To every cinder.

Come pacify
Come eager
Come alone
Come to me
Come not at all

But if only to
Listen.