And I don’t remember her name when she stood near you
When she wore your skin in the cold blood of December

I only remember the monochrome song of our saturated history
Weaving a disaster
Like vultures tearing apart warm flesh under the desert sun

And I don’t see glory through your eyes
When I look back into her cold steel heart
Just rust and tarnished brass
Bones tangled around stories of fairytales gone wrong


But we’re more sophisticated than that now.

With our nano-machines running programs
Of pure cut language.
Words rolling around on your tongue
Scattering into the cracks of the wooden floor


And I don’t remember her name
When she cut you into tiny pieces with sterling silver cutlery
Her Victorian eyes burning holes through your overcoat
Revealing cold, un-oiled machinery

Do you dream them too?


But I like pretending we’re more sophisticated than that now.

Our technology has become more intricate
Our emotions, more complex

But that raw feeling I get in my gut when you're inside her,
Inside me.

That horrible taste in my mouth when her words reach your ears
Makes me crumble

Makes me wish it weren’t too late to be someone else

“I love you” feels hollow when spoken through her poison lips

That haunting memory that I was someone before I was her
Is just out of my peripheral vision
I can almost reach out and touch it in my dreams….

Almost.


Do you dream them too?