Some Natures Catch No Plagues

I smiled that kind of icy blue smile, of a noonday reckoning
the tied together two, of tell-tale pictures
I've sketched in, sand castle plots and plans.
Similar starting points, both for sin, and shooting blanks
but it's always, the unseen sharp pang.
The awkward rhythm of the dance
like a tick-tock clock, in that heart of hearts
repeating, repeating
there is no happy here
there is no happy here...
devil may care touches
trickled down
spine, thigh, and breast...
spine, thigh, and breast
may never truly
illuminate, illuminate, the finer art
of heartwork
devil may care touches, trickled down
spine, thigh, and breast...
may never, illuminate, finer art, heartwork
the finer art, of heartwork
I was turning over, with the sheets, and facing the arched back
thinking of how my eyes, half-opened, (there is no happy here)
caught her arm (there is no happy here)
moving from side to side (there is no happy here)
but never to me (there is no happy here)
(there is no happy here) it's all connected
(there is no happy here) by blank words
(there is no happy here) to tell empty promises
(there is no happy here) of clumsy miscommunication(there is no happy here)
(there is no happy here) (there is no happy here) so we say what we will
to see what we may, to find a Biblical knowing, in these last few hours
so we say what we will, [what we will]
to see what we may, [what we may]
to find a Biblical knowing, [knowing]
in these last few hours, in these last few, [in these last few hours]
in these last few, [in these last few hours]
in these last few, [in these last few hours]
in these last few...
it's too sad, it's too tragic, i spent myself, choking on, motions
leading up to said, misfortune
it's too sad, too tragic, spent myself [spent myself]
choking on, motions, leading up to said, [spent myself] misfortune
too sad, it's too tragic, spent myself [spent myself]
choking on the motions, leading up to, said, misfortune