She’s on the rooftop again, amidst the sheets blowing in the wind. They’re gray this time. Dark. Everywhere is dark. She’s the only one there. The man in the white suit is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is loose. So is her dress. She’s barefooted. Why is there no one here? Why is there no one here?
Drive a stake through my nakedness
And then tell me to put clothes on,
Because the shape of my body
Isn’t appealing to you.
Thrust swords into my heart
And make me really feel it,
Because your words
Were never sharp enough.
Break that mirror I keep staring into
And run a shard through my eyes.
Let me cry tears of blood
For a change,
Because something has to.