My eyes glisten with raw emotion as
I
bite my dry lips
and
I
clench my weak fists
and
I
grind my sugar-teeth.
And with a horrifying scream I
stomp my feet
to the sound of your
numbered heart beats
oh Darling,
my
Brave, brave
Soldier
If only your
skin wasn’t so
pale
and your face
(your face)
so
wrinkled with
indecision
On va
mourir
mon cher, because
Death,
Death
it is
the only
sure thing
ever-
ever.
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