NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

the game

it's the PLAY OF THE GAME sweetheart
with a fickle mouth and a worn out smile, you grip the back of my sweatshirt and keep an icy palm to the small of my back.

it's the KINGDOMS CALLING honey, with a mischievous glint and a blood soaked lip, you hold me down, down underwater and cleanse me of my sins.

it's the BALANCE OF GOOD AND BAD, the BALANCE OF LIFE AND DEATH so one of us must die, for you take one last look at me and go to strike me down.

it's the HESITATION IN YOUR GAZE that pulls me away, i wonder if you have a chance to change your mind, or if this is all part of the trick.

it's the way you cradle my cheek and murmur LOOK THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS and tell me to see, SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.

i never got a good look before i died.