Plunge of the Dagger

I hope your birthday is a disappointment

I hope you die in a plane crash

I hope you get cancer, everywhere

I hope no one can remember your face

I hope you don't read this

I hope we are together forever

When I return I will linger in the shadows and the recesses

I will make all the noises expected of me

While you are at work, I will shine your shoes with patience and care

As I should have done when I was alive

Such a token is a rather brittle device

To say I won't take you out of my sight

I recognise all that I cannot provide

Worthless whimsy if you like

And protectionism is hard to pull off

We are at risk every moment of being taken

We are

The man on the bus has a shopping bag full of cartons

Of banana milk and he is drinking Special Brew

His face is interrupted by a large streak of

Scar tissue snaking across the left hand side

He is noble and beautiful and I wish I were him

It all ends with the plunge of the dagger

There are waves of content that crash ashore

And a simplicity that is blackness

Creeps over all

Creeps over all

Such a token is a rather brittle device

To say I won't take you out of my sight

I recognise all that I cannot provide

Worthless whimsy if you like

And protectionism is hard to pull off

We are at risk every moment of being taken

It all ends with the plunge of the dagger

It all ends with the plunge of the dagger

There is waves of content that crash ashore

When I am dead, I will sleep forever

It will be amazing

I won't have to get up or anything

I can't fucking

And a simplicity that is blackness

Creeps over all

Creeps over all

Creeps

Creeps over all

He had dreamed of the day all of his life, since reading

His first sci-fi story in some hokey magazine as a small boy