You want me,
You need me,
Our way of hating you,
Our way of needing you,
Under a longing to protect you with lines of scratched glass,
Under a longing for you to mar my face,
'ere a beauty yet to be named,
'ere a dawning of a bit of anthrax,
Ready to fill in the grooves with blood and with tar,
Ready to give me a taste of cyanide,
Even capable of ruining their labcoats,
Even capable of exposing their whore secretaries,
Allow me to lick clean your wounds with flames and saline,
Allow me to rub the ash tray dust from your pallid mouth,
Mothers, leave your children in their burning cribs,
Mother's love can't save them from their sin,
Over the drifting edge of the clockmaker's pleasure,
Over the gallant strides of the whoreson and his fool's pride,
No one can tred in the wake of your vanity,
No one would dare to shovel you unwittingly,
Scars cast a glare on your ugly face,
Scars show to the world that you have grown old,
Tears, oh what a foolish thing to shed for you!
Tears are all that you have left in my stores,
Everything was perfect, until you,
Everything... you...
Really all I can say is that you impress me,
Really I just wish to be thee...