as I lie our secret pact rises each day in spite of ourselves unknown even to us it has cast its spell and turned our hearts into driven soldiers who find warmth beneath a stay of trees when the battle has grown old and weary of fighting for ideas that circle and rot our minds we find a new day always after the next ending in each others arms our pact of death is a pact of light suffering each other against the wind driven desires of our flesh woven together in fabric enough to find beauty at times when it is lost but our pact of hearts is not a pact of minds the apple sits balancing teetering upon my head my eyes look up catching it as it almost falls shoot me at the right time - I said kill me as I kill myself but you keep missing wounding me and passing by with words and tears not this time living in hell almost seems like heaven as you lift your lance to fight and destroy and lovingly fill the hole between my eyes I crave your arms and kisses upon my back as I lie falling asleep to live and die with every stroke of my breath