My Supernatural apparition
I’ve tried remorseful apologies.
Forgiving eulogies and bagpipes with a twenty-four gun salute.
I’ve tried candles and wire.
Our old songs and no sunshine.
A few old lines at a time with fire.
I’ve tried the demonic press, the Ouija and a thousand rounds of pure duress to the back and the head and I confess.
My love for you has beyond transgressed.
Of this leaves the deepest impression,
You’re my favourite superstition.