I’ll admit I fear the harpies
Hence I’ll tie no noose
Lest Dante be correct
And Zeus’s hounds are on the loose

So there’ll be no poison, save
the love I have for you
No shiny silver bullet
For a soul that’s overdue

No pop tarts in the shower
Slightly brown along the edges
No jagged rusty razors
Or standing out on ledges

No shotgun to the face
I’m not as messy as Cobain
No gasoline and fire
I’m just not that insane

So no I’ll just suffer
While I watch the embers fall
Rub my gasping heart
And hope one day you call