They can ensnare your very sickly self
And feed it nectar of paramount quality
Oh you, so hopelessly caught
Betwixt each dark and dreary thought
I feel for you
For the single mothers who *******
At night once their spawn have tucked their eyes
Oh let me do it for you
Let me wash your feet and
Pluck your eyebrows
And sew new soles to your shoes
Oh poor man without a home to spend his time
Finding comfort in grinding jaws
I will wash your face and
Bleach your smiles till they shine
New reflections
Oh lonely young adults
Who feel as though their
Thoughts grow from the walls
To strangle them
Let me help you free yourself
I will pour paint thinner down your body
And dissolve those tattoos of your past
And drain your eyes
So the ducts may breathe again
And for the superstitious about
With mouths caked with dry old fears
Unspoken,
Unshared,
Let me soothe your hair
As you lay it down on my shoulder
Let me stroke your sides
And whisper with soft consonants in your ear