Salt and Syncope

By my bedside you broke the back And laid out I realized that Great a love does not a remedy lack A pale excuse to pawn the pact I cried afraid I’d forget them Too many haunting days Of what I’ve loved and lost here I’m trying to memorize the face. 3 years ago I sought great love A hunger artist who craved the show But when he said “I have had enough” I swore to not let the curtain close So to the front row I went With nothing but a glutton’s gift And I tried to convince you dear: Undo what you’ve undone! You will never know to what depths This back and forth fell hopeless But in the end it’s the want you’ll see Scaling the need, fleeing the scene. Darling revealed a grave weapon… Salt on the back of any slug Could turn a bad taste on any tongue Into some appetizing smut When my pulse does race Blood will drain from my face To think of swallowing down Anymore double-edged swords I will never know to what depths This tried and true pushed solace to madness But in between is where I’m damned to be Chasing the need, stealing the scene. (The Great Deception) S-A-L-T (The Begging Question) AND S-Y-N-C-O-P-E