Amaya:
twitching in the darkness
the light of your face
flickering like the assumptions I once laid
like burning the coat you gave
flashing in the middle of the crowd
cameras are all around
asking that if I am the lady
who was kissed by many
santillating, flaring
your light can't be living in my wickedness
swiftly glistening
honey, I'll be leaving
shoot me with a gun
tell me the hour to be gone
spare me with the axe
tell me the hour to lose track
darken my day, it's time
losing my faith, it's time
to let me go and run away
with someone who'll see you by the day
break my heart before dawn
or kill me instead
Amaya,
the last demesne barely breathing
before the light of the dawn
