Someone came out of the darkness
They cast their knucklebones
Like they were telling my fortune
Hard and fast, I was surprised
But as you’ve now surmised
I don’t fall easily
I’m still standing… slightly irritated
My eyes focus on you.
Lovely as the day is new
Is the face of my enemy to me
No more unpaid bills,
Unspoken words to unsung songs of passion
This is my enemy.
Here is the solution to all my problems
So I point at you and I tell you
You waver, faltering.
You fear a martial response, I can tell
You don’t know that I need to embrace you.
Brother! Art Thou!
O but Where is the sense in doing that?
My love would be lost on you
So I soldier on
(After all) Custom doth dictate
That I render you pulpy and crimson
Like pomegranate, but less sweet
Then you cracked the fragile shell of my satisfaction
Running off into the night
Your Shock and Awe campaign
Now more of an Aw Shucks situation
Brother, (art thou?), may your feet be swift and sure
You showed me of the humanity that can be found in the dirt
And introduced Love to a Suckerpunch