Don't Care Who Hears

Black dress with brightly coloured flowers
Like nighttime summer gardens lit by flashlights awash in petal scents.
Oh, to sleep inside these moments!
To lay my head to rest here,
Would mean to be ever content!
Delivered by the bloodiest hand of angels under spells
Unaware of the gift in their betrayals
And when they tried to take it all back
They were swept up by the flood they did not stand a chance.

Maybe they’re listening, yeah?
Good for them.
The burning hell they wish us is waiting so we’ll go (let’s go!)
We’ll go (let’s go!)
We’ll go together,
Hand in hand,
Wide eyed and grateful.

Black dress with brightly coloured flowers,
Please let me be the only one to know you till time unravels
All you’re the only one who’ll know the contents of my death bed confessions
You and me and these four walls
Heaven help my vision to be clear
And make the most of every moment that we’re here,
Cuz when we die will be none left.
No lovers left at all
The world won’t stand a chance,
No chance at all.

And your kiss seemed the blackest wish to ever come true,
Crashing unsuspecting hearts upon our rocky shores
The first shot fired in the war to end wars
Like the blackest prayer ever whispered to the blackest sky?
And in reply?
A binary star burns not elemental inscriptions across the midnight clear?
They read, “I Love You, I don’t care who hears.”