A Clumsy Little Twitch

It's like counting the stars,
and feeling the sun,
burning,
burning,
burning,
into your thighs,
with a...
cattle prod,
to glissen his name,
all over,
my body,
my soul,
my heart,
my mind,
my everything,
my nothing,
a paradox of something.

It's like...

stringing together the words on his lips,
counting the syllables,
and tightening their grip,
holding his eyes shut,
to make them see,
pulling his ears,
to make the noise seem pretty.

I don't really understand,
what you want,
but baby if I can,
I'll make it stop,
the ticking,
the scratching,
the biting,
the scars,
they only show how far away you are.

I know the colors fade away,
and they seem so decadent,
with decay,
but even the blossuming rose has thorns,
and my nails,
my hands,
hurt you,
break you,
make you,
understand.

Humanity is deadly,
and so is this knife,
plunge it deep,
with clumsy life,
and twitch,
twitch,
twitch the blade,
and swith the motive from victim to say,
I love you,
love you,
love you.

I love you,
love you,
love you.