Killing Casanova

Leave me to the darkness and the dogs

I'll do much better here

So you never learn to pick the heavy loss

Then your captive market didn't go for you this year

Now whose love will you take prepared

With detachment like famine food

Ease into being with disgusting care

And smothered by etiquette and your invented rules

Don't let me go

To the shattering of glass

To the disasters of the past

Shared breath can cradle into being

A shrine to your own heathen self-glory

A cult I note but don't believe

A testament to botherism and your coyish cruelty

And I point no fingers and place no blame

Nor would I be inclined to start killing Casanova

While he rages with appetite that's unrestrained

But you might find that you grow sick of the fare

Before the feedings over

Don't let me go

To this hysterical house

To the shattering of glass

To the disasters of the past

Don't let me go

Leave me to the darkness and the dogs

I'll do much better here