There are jackals outside
The candle died and the clock mourned her
There are things we will never tell one another
Truth is a murderer of many things
The cat fell asleep on top of the pizza box
I still ate it
The pizza
What would happen to the light in your eyes
If you knew
Would they, could they get brighter
Or would they fade to black
Like we did
There are jackals outside
And I’m going out there