Waiting for you to pop out from behind that wall.
PUNKED!
HAH! Joke's on you, yeah?
Joke's on me, fine.
But it won't happen.
Instead, I must be stone when faced.
No polished surface with lost soldiers,
No reflection of helplessness.
Those fingers that trace letters
and names
and souls
will just point.
Just, this point?
That's never for me to answer.
(Title Quote: Belle and Sebastian, "If You're Feeling Sinister")
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