Those comets moving through space
They take so long to return
I think a thousand years is too long to hurt

I lay this poem upon your wrists
I hope it cuts right through
I know you want to die
But here's a gift for you

I know this may sound strange
But add a drop of blood right here

"     "

You should feel it shortly
There's nothing left to fear

If you have an ear
I know you'll understand.