Oh, these victims play possum.

Wait for an ankle to bite on.

Trade a bone with poison for you.

(Creep a silent whisper with the clouds)

Make your frame crack like thunder.

(Hands become asunder)

...

Their eyes slither for another meal.

Preaching prophecies that withered pharaohs...

(Mustard gold in the hands of false glory.)

They'll tell you the heart is unharmed...

When it was breached through the navel of insanity.

(Giving free cycles of fear.)

...

Why must the tears fall silent

Like winter roads at 3 am.

The frost covers me like a blanket.

Warmth held no man

But solitude started a fire.

It sat with you while the moon spoke.

Her lips reflected silhouettes in a pond.

But most importantly,

Her eyes never shifted off you.

Victims will always be

A moon drowning in a pond.