Our ghosts watchOur memories of relationships haunt
There is nothing they can do
But they are there, we feel them
And we do what they cannot
I want to resist their inquiries
I want to make them flee
But every single heavy step I take
They wait for me
With axe they cut a notch
My flesh, my blood are their baptismal font
They dance as they plot my doom
As the din gets louder, I become numb
For the time it is taking them I suggest that they use a garotte
I no longer control my destiny
As they are hellbent upon hanging me from this tree
I wonder, briefly if it will be suffocation
Or that my neck will break
It doesn't matter, I show my cowardice
With a loud scream
