The Ballad of Cain

Eloquent, she would chatter in her sleep
The untended splinter sinks in deep
Betrayed a hole and corner secret
Let the cat out of her mouth
Subconscious confession
Resulting in her facing south
The beast lay between them
He picked a bloody bone
Stalemate, scissors, paper, stone
He beat her hands down
Cupid died from heartache
He blew out the candles as the gun smoke made a snake
It would never stand up in court
They could shoot peas through his story
They say an alibi can be bought
But it won't save the day

Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
A prayer on the cuff of his shirt
In need of a miracle doctor
In need of a balm for the hurt
He left hope buried with his victim
In unmarked dirt
Days of wine and roses
Days of winter and thorn
He fingers spilt salt on the table
Thinking of something to say
Will throwing it over his shoulder keep the hangman away?
When he stood up in court
They shot peas through his story