as i exposed my soft spot to you like a stretching porcupine
you smiled
and raised the dagger
pure accuracy.
the blood runs red, red, red

waited for you like a lost child

What did you say again?
"trust me."
coaxed me, kissed right between the crooks of my neck
you knew, oh, you knew.
So i took the blindfold
took my chances
got lost in the woods.

delusional with pure anger.

sold, said Benedict Arnold.

Go on and say it
Tell me you don't love me
The way I love you

Save me the pain
Of breathing your name
To myself in the middle of the night
My lungs exuding steely grey

Come forward Ramadan
I await your arrival
The hearts are ill
And they need to be cured

Come and spread your joy
Of double rewards
As heavens doors open
And prayers are answered

Show me all I have to be thankful for
And help me think of the needy
Those who go without food or water for days
And yet still how my Lord provides

Come and show me
When Satan is locked away
Am I being tempted
Or are these sins force of habit

Ramadan come
And remind us of our purpose
Surround us with a humble atmosphere
Where brothers and sisters unite

Dawn till dusk
I will not simply starve
But be on my best behaviour
No foul language or thinking the worst of someone

I will join the congregation
At each and every prayer
Speak kindly
And spend more time with my family

In the month of God's mercy
I will try my best to please
Become a better person
And carry through these deeds

I want to erase you
along with myself

So when the question
hits again

Where are you?

I wouldn't be able
to answer