Fiddleback

I won't kill you for your poison and I won't smash you

Until you are but twitching legs and confused regret

Wondering somewhere in between the neurons

Was the blue mountain, shimmering in the sun

A wicked thing, insurmountable, after all?

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No, I will coax you into a glass airplane and fly you

To your own private little moon, far from the dangers

Dangling like traps, corrupted safe havens in my room.

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I will watch your small body tremble and then run,

Slip, slide, and fall to the bottom of the jar while I panic

At the death frightened in the palm of my hand.

One wrong breath, one wrong move, one wrong thought

And either one of our jaws will close around the other.

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Ending it, the pretty understanding we've agreed on,

Will take us both out so the stalemate rumbles between us

Like the trembling song of a fiddle crying out its warning.

I won't if you won't, so please, for the both of us just don't.

Settle, settle wary heart and let the hands do the work.