Are you scared I would see
I promise to close my eyes so
Are you scared the scars would show
Peep somehow from those recesses
Alcoves and alcoves of dark dampness
All out in the stingy stanza
Brought forth by an old vat
Bittersweet and a bit of salt
Trickling down those moist cheeks
I do promise to close my eyes forever so
To those alcoves and alcoves
of dark dampness
