The killing heart
with no excuse

it comes at dusk
it rises with lust

I look down and see a bruise
please God give me some booze

the wine tastes bad
but do I feel sad

no, sadness can not be real
no, sadness can not be what I feel

is it love that's inside me
will it sting me like a bee
or will it see me as love truly would have seen something as horrid as a flee

it looks with eyes so dark, crystal clear
they stear me near

the edge where I must make my decision
it is here I see my vision

there it is
with no excuse
the killing heart