Indeed, I uttered to merry Jane
It will be long so let's play a game
So while I sit fuming merrily
You perish
Ignited
Between my teeth
I lift you up off the yonder plate
Ensconced by fingers your fragile weight
Our breaths transposèd amidst our kiss
Your sweet death
By my hand
Your slow dismiss
But lo! And this is where you came in
Before embarking on mortal sin
I was a suicide referee
My sweet death
By my hand
My own marquee
Alas, I could never sign the mark
The note expected to flame the dark
Instead I fold you and speak your name
You perish
Ignited
You take the blame
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