Pleasantries and Two-Faced Greetings

Can you see our fingers

Curled in the dark around

Invisible triggers?

We sleep with the barrel

To our chest

We don’t want to take any

Chances.

And in the morning you

Find us. Our tears all wept,

Our whispers sighed.

Can you see our fingers

Clasped in the dark?

 

We take no chances

With the weather or with

Man.

This life is too brief to waste

In godlessness

And I want to die with

Beliefs intact.

Before the devil buries my

Soul in pleasantries

And two-faced greetings;

The falsities of a backward soul.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I did the same as you I think, reading with out reviewing, which is really is bad, cause I love this.
'Our tears all wept,
Our whispers sighed.' That's so sad, it's like tired and and and...i dunno...Love it all xx