Flechette

she came on a velvet caress

a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist

and when the shortness of breath

meets the bloody red kiss

we'll pull off on an unlit street

and in the shadows where the murderers meet

we'll dance the tangle, in the dark we'll do the tryst.

she came on with a velvet caress

a whispered secret and a flick of the wrist

and we're counting all the scars

to find the places we missed.

in the silence it's swift and sharp

and with a word she leaves her mark

when the tip of her cold dart 

finds the sin inside my heart.

i keep execpting just to wake up

but as usual i'm a mess.