She buried me Never said she would marry me But carried me across pleasures threshold And back again Until he came home again
Said that I was her love Hinting with every twist and curve Every pursed lip, dip, and swerve That she would not leave Then left
Turned me from the height of life To a midnight suicide Attempt Thirty six ephedrine And another thirty six for good luck A poem and two drawings later I was sweating sweet shivers But still alive