Piratess

Who wrote those lines on the wall? Let's retrace where

they scrawled ancient characters. It's 2:00, and your

sister's slip falls, and the afternoon crawls across the room

and tackles her. I don't think that you would sink that ship

that's only passing through, because I don't believe that

you might be a murderess. But I saw inside each small,

dark eye, as it was turning blue, all the strength inside to

do just what the captain says and hang the rest.

Moved by the rhyme in the psalm, we agreed that it was

wrong, and to believe in it. Oooh!, swooned the wall all

night long. But a lie's a lie, no matter what guy's breath's

in it. I don't know that I would go that far down some dark

avenue, with a whispering crew of shadows all protecting

it. But I saw inside each small white lie, as it was turning

true, the ability to do all things expected of it.

Oh, murderess, in the wilderness. With your victims all

around you. As their combined love forms a pool your

knife's reflected in, now I'm ready, too, with my throat to

you. On this mountain. By this moon. And what I want

the most to do is prove that I'm not like them.