Miss Tate

from Gliese by Fiordmoss



I don't get why you killed me
I don't get this mess
Sixteen stabs were way too many to handle for both of us
I don't get why you killed me
I don't care
I don't care that you killed me
I'm not there

A few words ran through the air
I spat them out in despair
None of them reached their aim
For you licked my blood of your hands

There's no time for Miss Tate
There's no time left
Toying with the shiny knife as if to cut the baby out
But it's too late for Miss Tate
There is no time to play
No one else here, hold her well now it's time to slay

So quiet you could almost hear
The sound of ice rattling
In cocktail shakers in the houses
Way down the canyon

Your suffocating voice
Your delirious thoughts
Of how can it not be right
When it's done with love


from Gliese, released December 20, 2010


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