Gasp Between the Clicks

Down the hill

You’re sick of him

Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill

Pale as the moon

The river flows

You pleased him with

Groveling words

Now ammunition for some ugly myth

Give it a rest

Your time is near

A gasp between the clicks

He’s coming to fix you

Reticent about intentions

A gasp between the clicks

He’s turning you into

Nothing, nothing, nothing

A marching band

Partisans

The cringiest moment when the traitors dance

People can’t hear

It’s a cheap mirage

Down the hill

You’re sick of him

Clutch the dagger when the songbirds shrill

Pale as your eyes

The river flows

A gasp between the clicks

He’s coming to fix you

Reticent about intentions

A gasp between the clicks

He’s turning you into

Nothing, nothing, nothing