Amy

i.

Amy, she said her name was.
What a simple name, I thought.
What a simple name, I thought;
What a complex mind.

ii.

dum-da-dum, went her heart.
dum-da-dum
dum-da-dum
I'll-kill-you
I'll-kill-you
dum-da-dum, I'll-kill-you.

iii.

She carried me up into the land of the dead,
And I was left with just an afterimage-
bleak-black-bright-beckon-blink-gone,
And she was just an afterimage. 

iv.

She wrung out my dreams
whittled out my heart
w r e n c h e d out my soul
Wrenched out my soul, and she
Planted it under an cypress tree-
My soul has become the cypress tree. 

v.

Amy, she said her name was.
What a simple name, I thought.
What a simple name, I thought;
What a murderous mind.

The End

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