Despite what you thought
What you claim to believe
I loathed you from the beginning
Let’s make up, you beg
Snickering...
Shall we once more?
This macabre dance
With carcass hands
I embraced our imminence
To death
Raise your hands to this beginning
To this end
Our fable dwindles on the edge of this cliff
Please, you beg for me not to...
And on this fateful night,
I wasn’t swayed.