I meet you eye for eye,
strength for strength.
green and fire,
locked to your face.
I have no desire for your romance.
I know the squirming truth,
I am, and have been better then you.
The feeling of the internal music,
drives me to move.
You think I dance for you.
The rock of my hips,
the twist of my waist.
Standing on your table,
my own platform.
I am calling out my own fire,
Rocking, dancing,
bold and beautiful.
Eyes on your eyes.
Strength growing.
Sink to my knees
before you.
You smile, think you have won.
Wrong.
The sudden rush of the knife,
words unsaid scream in silence.
All around you,
your world shatters likeso much glass.
Mi amor, no me sale. Usted Es mi mundo.
My hand twists
the knife spins,
you die of your own game.
Must have been funny a tale.
to tell in hell
