The Veils

Your knives are sharp
When you put them in my heart
Though the truth, you'd say,
Is I like them there that way
From this hoodlum skin
I can always run to him
Undeserved, capsized
In the gutters of his eyes
Darling I need you far more than I say
None of my fears are as dear to me
And a great light dims
Every day I'm torn from him
And our stars align
In Elysian Fields at night