I can’t help but notice how you choke over the words, While I hang the necklace around my throat to give you my very last breath. Those unspoken words, hidden thoughts, corrupt meanings, I saw the way you looked at her through the glassy binoculars, hazy with lust. Lying next to you at night, please my dear, don’t fool yourself. I can smell the roses and cream on your skin, alien to a weary traveler. To dream of forever and taste the end, like salt and sulfur, I pack my bags to climb the highest tower over the hill. The hills shine with the morning dew, Glistening like a thousand tears in the sun, Warm and thick, spilling over the ground. Here’s to one last night with you, my love, Before darkness eclipses the valley.