The Other Guy

White walls surrounding us

Your lips taste of rum

Our passion filled night

Has given way to a milky dawn

I kiss you one last time 

You do not respond 

Then I notice the scar around your throat

And the blood soaking my hands 

Unhinged 

That's what the lawyer used in his defense 

The jury didn't care 

16 years old, sentenced 

My passion bleeding out 

Of a hole in my soul

Why me? 

I ask

Why did I kill you?

You were everything to me 

Falling off the edge 

I see your face again

It's in a place 

Where no light will touch it 

And I'm headed the same way

Will history repeat?

Will we love with a passion that moves mountains

Only to crush with a cruelty that one reads of in fairy tales?

They strap me in

The needles are ready

I'm coming my love

Be ready

Put on your best dress 

Those dancing shoes I got you

Take my hand 

Let's dance the macabre

Before long we will be in each other's arms

And before long the other guy in my head 

Will have his hands around the ivory skin 

Of your throat

The Bilge Master