Wrap your fingers around my neck,
And tell me what you feel.
Can you see the stilled fire in my eyes,
Too frozen to not be real.
Press a knife into your palm,
Then press it to my back,'
And watch me not flinch,
Feel the lack of faith I lack.
Then press that blade to my viens,
And watch me smile so warm.
You look amazed, and a little forlorne.
Why? Isn't it obvious to you?
I have no fears at your side,
From your side. You have nothing to hide.
Come and wait inside my eyes.
Take a step within my faithful little dimention,
And you'll see I trust and know the you,
Who is without my death as her intention.