May the treaty be signed. No more love between you and I. Every line I ever wrote and signed was better said by a clever liar. I wanted to maintain the act played out on stage, while you just wanted to bow and be set afire. I am ready for the gunfire choir. I made your desire into a ghost waving a white flag for a lost god. I bear the strings of mysteries that will be my madness when I drink the sea and escape the façade. We sit at the table together at night, even our silent profanity is polite. I reach for your hand and it’s met with a blade. Love is theft, so let my sin be sung and bereft. You carried the world to its death. You got no parade nor sunny day. You still could laugh at the fact and play. I offer amends, and may hell see you smile in the end. Reduced by a frail dancing man in the blue bay of seduction. The pain that echoes through the universe will make a new world function. Maybe there you can shed that skin I laid my eyes on. Miracles worked until we got high, now go finish the song. Goodbye.