Stab the skin
and paint it black
murder flutters by
with a cries that
echoes night.

I grimace as the
painting melts
all around the
dark empty.

Slowly I blink
as the girl
smiles and cheer
me forward.

Do they know that
I know the game
so well?

That I am not theirs
and I am not the
fool that will flaunt
promises that can
not be returned to them.

The chivalry code died
with the sword to the
heart and the heart has
long stopped its' steady
rhythme.

04/25/2009

Posted on 04/25/2009
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