I Die: You Die

Splintered October: Images From A Broken Mind #8

I Die: You Die

This is not love
This is not even worth a point of view
In Echo Park, I
Pause for effect and whisper, 'Who are you?'

They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die: You die
Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me
And I die: You die
See my scars, they call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me

Now I have your names
Screaming, 'You will suffer,' and, 'You're all too late'
Now I feel young
Does everything stop when the old dame fails?

They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die: You die
Hear them laugh, watch them turn on me
And I die: You die
See my scars, they call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me

But I'm still frightened by the telephone