And slit by the edge in your voice
Is my throat nipped in the bud
You must know surely and indeed
That I shrink from the rage I feel
Claw at you and cleave, demented,
My thin skin I took years to weave
I can hear my heart tick away
As we say what we have said before
And our fingers fuse around
The cool pin in its dark grenade core
A Single shadow blights the room
There are no locks on the door
I vanish and you dissolve
In our vitriolic amour
