From the shadows of the cabinet doors
That were so soon before closed tight
Somehow opened to creek and instill with a fear
That deepens the darkness of night
A dripping sound across the hall
That counts seconds like a clock
The fastened handles of hot and cold
Loosened to paralyze with shock
I realize the culprit as I lay in my bed
Under the cover of down
It must be the girl who neglected my love
That lives on the west side of town
The fever in my veins made my feet hit the ground
Forced my arms to throw off my sheets
Yes, of course, my fever's to blame
It's the reason I'm now roaming the streets
The whores and the drunks slink in the alley
I glide by as the shout out their call
They won't remember the man dressed in black
They won't remember me at all
Now I've reached the middle of my city
My fever makes me decide where to turn
I could turn back and forget this trip
But to chill my fever I yearn
The west calls my name and tugs my coat
Imploring the presence of mine
A man in uniform seems to notice me stop
But my fever tells me I'm fine
Two blocks away from the golden haired girl
My ears buzz as I walk on the gravel
Beside the road standing still as stone
I spot a crow, and it seems to unravel
Where the bird stood is now only feathers
My shock ebbs away as I see a shine
Pushing bird mess away, grabbing hold of the dagger
I walk swifter toward the love of mine
The door is open, the baby's asleep
Her husband breathes louder that storm
And out of my mouth and eyes and ears
Come honeybees out in a swarm
They long to taste my flower's red pollen
But need me to break through pale casing
To drink the sweet nectar is all that they want
And my fever, it needs erasing
I offer to help the silent cloud
Of fluttering bees overhead
And they flank my shoulders, watching
As a kneel at the edge of her bed
Her beauty truly has no bounds
It goes on forever and more
And the beauty only seems to grow
As crimson pollen spills onto the floor
The man awakens to the sounds of her leaving
But my bees seem not to hear him
He woke up confused, then he saw me
Not even death himself so grim
This man has no pollen to spill for my bees
I thought to myself as I swung
My dagger met his broken being
And pierced his yelling lung
He's quiet now, but there is still no silence
The baby awoke with a cry
But there was no time to caddle her
Only to let the sound die
The bees now fly away to pollinate
And I expose her porcelain breast
Thanks to my crow dagger
I could carve into her chest
As I work the infant cries slowly fall to sleep
As I step out of the house of my wife
Her heart is what I truly craved
And now I'll have it for life
