I wear my heart on my sleeve
Right where I cut
Right where I bleed

Playful smears of ink
And all that they imply
Rubbed across the page
To tease the naked eye

Your the bullet in my gun
The poison in my punch
The noose in my rope
The gag in my throat
The dope in my spoon
The reason for my gloom
The gas in my inhalants
My number 1 assailant
The ties that bind me
The one who confined me
The reason for my insanity
The one who don't want me
But won't set me free
You are the OJ glove
But most of all
You are the
Killer of my love

Out of this hole and into the sun,
Something I've imagined but never have done