Her scent lingers in his lies
A poisonous alibi
The storm between them
is right in front of my eyes
The lightning awakes me from my cries

He has his pocket knife and mental muscle
Maybe more but he won't let it show
The words she speaks are powerful
She keeps his curiosity with swing of the sword
She never did learn anything else
Just to keep his heart warm


His participation is the most painful part
His touch is becoming toxic
I can tell you their secrets
In the curve of his fingerprints
But I'll be left with the short stick

© retro_pain