One Funeral Too Many
All star crossed and starry eyed innocence
Pulled away by maturity's tide
Loneliness as the void into which
All this warped obsession is cast
Shyness as the dam, denying the river its ultimate purpose
Deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises
Which rusted down to jagged, lies anyway
Stab me again, my sweet little murderer