In a mortuary
For virgin suicides,
And morpheine rides.
For teenage fuck-ups,
And shot up stuck-ups.
A fledgling poet,
Trying to blow it.
a depressed geek,
Trying to show it.
Love is suicide,
And love is mine.
Love is dandy,
And love is fine.
So shoot me softly.
Shoot me kind.
Shoot me up,
And blow my mind, (away).
They tried to keep
Themselves at bay.
Yet here they sleep,
And here they’ll forever lay.
The emptiness of youth
Keeps the catacombs
From being alone.