a different key than the one at my throat
beyond the golden bars
i will sing for a soul and keep my oaths
like the secrets in the sheets
if we decided words were the bullets
then chekhov's gun is named truth
and i will fire until my body cools with each breath
i told you once i tell you twice
i will lay my body with my weapons on your bed
crash through the glass
and surprise you by baring my scarless wrists
on the other side instead of the mist between
and once my tongue is cut out to pay for my silver hand
our roles will be reversed
and i will be your holy ghost














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