Thursday, September 22, 2011


you came to me, i'd needed you,
i'd been in stab black and in blue.
red raw arrived and i had coped
and coped and coped and fucking coped.
and coped and help me coped and coped,
and begged and prayed and even hoped
to blow a breeze right into hell
and watch it stay afloat as well.
you placed sweet tight upon my chest
and stroked and traced and gently pressed.
then i recalled i wanted life
and quite forgot the night the knife,
ecstatic, sacred, full belief
in Heaven, i had pain relief.