Dramatic Irony - When The Audience Knows Something The Characters Do Not

Well, these pictures of him
Stick to my fingers like tar,
quiet reminders
Of what I cannot leave behind.
(Of what I will not leave behind.)

Indecision that has always been a part of me
Flows through vein
and tugs at skin
eating
eating
eating
eating
There's not enough left to resist
(delicious)

Because part wants to go
And part has to stay
But
Either way these chains will get what they want

And I don't know what I want
I never have
(except once)
And never will
(except for...)

Wings torn from my back,
I never do get tired of the sensation,
And it has been ever so long...


Shoot me with shrapnel and halos,
why don't you?
I love the taste of bullets and wine on my tongue









Because what is more important::
Fresh black blood
or the eyes that bind?