the worst of 6876 days

Maybe all I do
is make a monster out of you
but please
just bare your teeth for me
one last time.
Give me a closing number,
a tragic reprise
to the song I planned
to sing to you
next time I saw you.
I want to feel something
before it all goes dark again,
before I feel the knife turn
like an old friend
coming to greet me.
Let me have one last dance,
or kiss,
or just allow me to forget
whatever it is you said
that night.