touch and go

she's stumbling and ducking and looking up
every glanced filled with a Hopeless Refrain
a pathetic string of 'why me's'
courses through her veins
he stutters and splutters and starts and laughs
he thinks 'it's obvious', but where to begin?
he could give her a list of reasons
the who and how's
the ins and outs
but he longs to get stuck in

it's vile and vicious
he feels alive and delicious
he marvels in his
Malicious Attack

but something changed when the word was go
when the pleas and screams stopped
he shudders with fear, its new, a kind he doesn't know
'this is all wrong' he thinks in despair
why is he feeling this way
all he wanted was to touch her but he just isn't prepared
for the endless hole in his stomach
for the point of no return
when she stopped smiling
when the blade sank in