“i wish i had never let go”

is that what you want us to say?

“come back, i need you”

but that isn’t our way

at coups, oh, how we excel

stage one whenever we get bored

and the consequences they reap?

a luxury we will never afford

it’s always for a reason, though

or at least so we tell ourselves

because what’s another lie

to stack up on the shelves?

of course, we’re never the villains

good girls who always behave

the ones who wrong us burn at the stake

just poor souls they couldn’t save

but naturally we’re complicit

none of us may go quietly now

we must silence you before you think

to denounce our final vow

circle you like vultures

closing in on their prey

you’ve got a mark on your back, honey

how i wish there was another way

teeth pierce your flesh

and the blood boils over

anguished cries you scream

better wish upon a clover

some feverish hours later

we may emerge from the slaughter

licking blood from off the pavement

oh, we gulp it down like water

sure, we may feel bad

or is it a careful illusion?

but temporary is guilt

when you live in pure delusion

as one who polishes her fangs

could never truly hope to be

as innocent as they say she is

but for now i guess we’ll agree

to disagree.