Elegant as a grand piano (electro-acid house) v.1.1

The dogs barked quietly Into the fading distance. I came to you in a tailcoat, Elegant as a grand piano. You were lying on the sofa, Not yet twenty years old. Silently I clutched in my pocket The chilling pistol. With the muzzle turned downwards, It could shoot through the pocket. I kept thinking, thinking, thinking: To kill? Not to kill? It was cold and wet, Shadows huddled in the corners… Tears poured onto the glass, Like heroes of melodrama. I could not overcome myself from dampness and laziness. You fell to your knees At my beautiful feet. Smoke! Fire! The flame flashed! I don't regret anything now... I lay with my feet towards the door, Elegant as a grand piano.