If I see you again, I swear it's just a reflex When my second phalanx goes crashing through your orbital ridge. The third, the fourth, the fifth: succession is meant to be swift, Until there's nothing left of the eyes you saw me with. It was never revenge for a glacial silence: You are emptiness. It was never revenge, it was self defence: You are emptiness. If I see you again, I swear it's just a reflex... Leaving bones in splinters all over your face. It's no mistake when the zygomatic arch breaks. Cracks in the sagittal suture: my love, it's your future.