Three, the magick number, the words that so easily flow
mouths vow them so vehemently, arms fear to let them go
children sing them in their sleep and adolescents breathe it in the air
but i cannot help but watch from afar, stricken in its deadly stare
it has killed me once before, this horrid monster of three
and now it swallows those around, i cannot understand but i see
terrifying one must admit, as they so surly feel
but they'd do almost anything to pretend such lies are real
baffled I've spend centuries attempting to understand
but it has spread wider than any disease far known from this land
addictive more so than heroin, or the bruises that mar their hearts
in order to become whole they surrender all of their shattered parts
humans are such strange creatures, a wise man once had said
I've often pondered those words as I've laid awake in my bed
but no matter the yearning even i feel, they cannot seem to resist
for it seems humans would do anything to heal their wounds with a kiss.
-eh not sure i got to say what i was trying to. its late... or early depending on how you look at it.
