To keep you in memory
Like the death of a soul that won’t leave
Like a song that still lingers in my head
Even in a symphony I hear your voice instead
Like a Philistine, your smile is my David’s sling
Quick, burn the fire out like a summer fling
Suffocation is alright if it’s by your ring
On my finger, tight till it hurts ‘round my neck
Contortionist, you twist my body into angles
In your rigger hands, I’m roped into tangles
I repeat words ‘til they’re subconscious beliefs
I know you pretend you don’t care, that’s a relief
Like a changeling in disguise, show me your ugliest colours
Whisper to me in your sickest and sweetest sound, I’ll flower
The way I’ll bloom for you, even when your lips turn sour
And I’ve lost all my power
I’ll trap myself in a cage, confined in a princess’ tower
Zen Hatlang