Because the World has Failed us Both

I stutter your name in my sleep
I write song lyrics while you make plans
For secret meetings with secret agents
You learn how to slip in the silent knife
While I bake a poison cake for my arch-nemesis
What will we do when there are no more
Ghosts
For us to consume?
Will you consume me?
Should I run
Run
Run far away
Or should I stay
Stay
Stay in this bed you made
This grave you've tenderly dug
Do you miss me now my love?
Are my bones already in your stew
Your Assassins are at the door
The window
The mirror
I melt to a scream
And mutter your name in my dream