Boom Boom Boom
Three kicks and a snare
Three men, one stare.
Three words, one death
I heard you take a breath.

Boom Boom Boom
My glory at your feet
My heart skipped a beat.
You fed me off your crumb
You never told me
Where you came from.

Boom Boom Boom
Garnish, tarnish, vanish
I thought I had demons
Around my ring finger
But the tricks I know
At your corridor linger.
Picked, clicked, tricked.

Boom Boom Boom.


-- Eleanor