Come in with your mask and black eyes
and wish me disaster
and thrash the silver blade towards me,
right at my neck line.
Strengthen the brashness in your voice
and your handcuffs, make it all sincere.
Take the rope,
Take my hands like the twines of time.
And when I say no, don't listen because
I have difficulty with humor.
When I ask for the gentleness of your hand
there is only the sunrise ahead of us
and the revolution of innocence,
but what does a monster know about that.
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