Your words become blades to my skin
And your eyes become the general 
To the tears that rebel against 
My lashes that beg for mercy.

The look on your face constricts 
Around my wrists mocking
The stained blood on my skin
Matching your words that web
Around a grenade waiting
To erupt with my permission.

But my strings lead up 
To your fingertips and 
My body is limp from
Your unintentional control. 

so just walk me to the plank
But wait, 
Your step beside mine
Is a worthless beat 
So just use your fingertip
To point me in the direction 
Of the waiting water 
Just foaming with bubbles 
To pile up inside my lungs,

One by one
Till the capacity is full
Like the grave of our hearts
Filled with dirt
Buried by the fuming smoke
Of your words 
With unlimited gunpowder.

Your smile and your laugh
Do not direct themselves at me
But play hide and seek
With my satisfaction,
So I'll sit at the edge of mountain
Drawn to the dangling light 
illuminated by your presence.