Kiss me, old friend,
And let me scream in pain,
Dig deeper, old friend,
And let me plead insane,
Bite and sting on the outward…
Peace and joy on in-
Outward skin is scard,
Inward soul has sinned;
Dear old friend, my razor blade-
Your kiss does bite and sting;
And then I peer at the wounds I’ve made
And it causes me to sing:
“You did it to yourself…you cut again with shame,
you did it to yourself, you are the one to blame,
You sliced your arm with kisses from your dearest, oldest friend-
You peered into the deep abyss’ and saw your lonely end…”
Singing such makes me sound crazy,
But this I know I am;
Though things of future be a bit hazy,
At least I’m not a silent lamb…
So Kiss me deep, my dear old friend,
And let this outpour be-
A multitude of angry cells
Who want to harvest me.