Four Teeth - True Widow

Though you’ll find me lost in the streets

Winding through the ivy gates

You might be the one to three

Gazing with solemnity

Timely passing slips around

Soon you’ll take me far from sound

Bound but laying willingly

Deep in what could never be

Now with evening darkening

Comes the truth with reckoning

Over time you’ll turn to me

Hoping for tranquility

Wearied peace in what we saw

Hardly chastening at all

Wayward wiles and the silent line

With daylight you will be mine

My imagination

Is free

I’m taking tonight

For me

I’m pulling the knife

Out on three

You’ll see my rabid eyes

As you bleed

Whisper me with something sweet

Comb your hair if you’re at my feet

Walk in time at an even pace

Sit so still when you’re near my face

Feel me here when I tell you to

Call me this when I speak to you

Keep this straight and stay in line

All of this will now be mine

My imagination

Is free

I’m taking tonight

For me

I’m pulling out the knife

On three

You’ll see my rabid eyes

As you bleed