Heaven Knows.

Her eyes pierce like bullets through cloth,
Ripping so got damn perfect,
Whispers sweet-nothings in my ears,
Telling me how much it's worth it,
And there I am...her willing victim,
I beg for more whispers of fairy-tales,
Raising the gun to my head, I smile,
Love is blind where all else fails,
She puts her hand on top of mine,
Tells me to hold it steady,
Bundles me within her arms,
And will tell me when I'm ready,
I sigh at last, my final breath,
Hoping it's all over soon,
Because even when we sit so close,
I never feel that close to you,
So maybe now we will unite,
In more then simple harmony,
And maybe now more then ever,
You would be a part of me.