2behind ever corner you lurk.
Just a fleeting connection
between your eyes and mine
and I am off guard.
Oh take your time
nemisses of mine!
Kill this heart slowly
charge these eyes blind.
Those hands, those hands
oh those hands!
See how they move
feigning normalcy.
But I know, what you cannot hide,
that those hands
are so very skilled
in the most ancient of arts.
You claim ignorance
no recognition at the sight
of my sorry stance.
But no man can be so unaware
of the sight of a damsel
drowning in a puddle
of the most cliched of plights.
So when I die
for surely I will
do not trouble your pretty head.
But I do beg of this pretty pretty head
to at least honor me the respect
of refusing to forget.