I could wish you a well full of pennies
And for every scar you've left behind
You can pull out a penny
And shove it down your throat
Or better yet
Drag it across the cold, hard walls around your heart
Like you dug your nails into the flimsy walls of mine
Till I bled you a river
I remember the dark red liquid in your elegant crystal chalice
It might as well have been my blood
You might as well have ****** me dry
I might as well have died there and then.

Or better yet, slain you.