Punches And Knives

The sound of new machines

Over the junkyard

Ease him into sleep

A bullet to the brain

Means that he drunk hard

Looking for the deep

A stranger he now knows

To be a countess

Wakes him with a start

And asks please take me home

To Daddy's address

You can have my heart

A stranger he now knows

To be unstable

Writhes with need and fears

A look of pure dirt

Across the table

Even so he hears

The alarm in his head

Moving into the red

Sounding like punches and knives

Hear the voices, they cry

It's likely you'll die

Pounded by punches and knives

The lady did not show

Her recognition

Of his firm replies

Just took control and moved

Into position

Sparks in magnet eyes

So with one simple no

It's the green light to go

What if the answer was so

A week's loving quite dark

And out goes the spark

Then she'd have finished with me

A stare he could see now

May signal violence

Should he make a move

A sweetly pleading smile

Prompts only silence

Got no point to prove

A stare he could now see

Went quite a distance

Hiding make-up tears

With loud and knowing tones

Of dark insistence

This is what he hears