This one is pretty dang bad, but I like it, just the same. Not for the crappy Jack and Jill motif, but the whole, "I'll kick your ass if you cross me" deal.

I see it in dreams,
We're climbing a hill
We speak not a word
The silence is shrill

I'm wearing a veil
of gossamer threads
My gown, it is torn,
my train of black shreds

You lift up my train
to help me ascend
I lift up my head
and watch you pretend

Can you see the tears
beneath this dark veil?
Cold as the water
inside of your pail?

Wash your sins, dear,
with the water and tears
Tell me my suspicions
are just empty fears

As if I don't know,
as if I don't see,
how you look at her,
and how you look at me

I've broken your crown
upon the blow of a stone
No longer my king;
you have been dethroned

I watch you tumble,
collecting the mud
I sigh at the sight
of you trickling with blood

I wash from my hands
the sins I've committed,
the life I have spilt,
and the hurt I permitted

One thing's for certain,
I'll not tumble after
This silent hill shall
ring with my laughter



"Why didn't you post yesterday?" -- to_dizzy