Well,
Gotta admire the gall –
Of glared daggers,
Or shotgun weddings.
Hell,
Mastered Fist Knuckle Tactics,
Whilst you floundered in the deep.
Crossed finger barrier plays,
Liar Liar,
Loins awash in flames.
Fishing for compliments,
Bass across airwaves.
Come at me,
Girl.
Had enough,
Of beating around bushes.
Direct is best –
Euphemism games,
Crossed wire fireworks displays.
Tipping of hats,
Knucklebone omens.
Call yourselves witches?
Show me your souls.
A series of hauntings,
Playing out in real-time.
Becoming mirrored others,
Spitting images.
That Beautiful Sadness,
Forever.
That Beautiful Sadness, Forever.
