Assassins (normal)

Sweetness

I am backed into a corner

I am out of moves

Sunday

Sparrows sang of a disaster

Open the bottle and pass it around

Sheets of rain fall into the night

Over streets and houses

Sounds of unsheathing

The glint of a knife

As the city closes

Falling down upon the ground

Low, low, low

Down, down, down

Scimitar handshakes that twist in my side

Thrust from darkened hallways

Sinister smiles so hard and so bright

Thrust from darkened hallways

Lying still upon the ground

Low, low, low

Down, down, down

I retreat

And stumble out beneath descending roses

Destiny has passed me by

And I don't know why

I am low