the day you died

I'm dwelling on the day you died; 
the smile you smiled in uncomfortable silence; 
your eyes as wide as a two pound piece. 
Yes, I remember that siren song. 

Now sitting bright eyed, beneath the waxing moon,
I feel like cutting off all my fingers,
lighting them at the tips like candles;
their flames flickering under my ribcage. 

My heart a beacon for your music, 
you can gaze at me from your rustic lagoon,
As I listen to your dying songs 
from beneath the waxing moon. 

We've never been further apart, 
we won't see eye to eye. 
With my fiery fingers reaching for your heart,
I'm dwelling on the day you died.

The End

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