No Siren

This bullet
Is engraved with your namesake
I intend to be
Your blindfold and last cigarette
This gun
Is rust proof from the endless drops of saline
I think there may be
Tears in the gears
This negotiation
Is with the terrorist in my heart
I have demands
That can’t be met
This lion
Is a lamb playing russian roulette
Click Click
This sniper
Is on the roof of a burning building
And there’s no siren
This ash
Is coating the scope
This phoenix
Is risen and aiming
Let them say
Here lies
The woman
Who died
For love

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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