Would it be just like me
Cuts, scratches, bruises, on a tree
Worms around the trash bin and porch
It would be like me, all this to torch

Would it be just like you
Tears, frowns, quivers, as if on cue
Crows circling around the bald spot of your head
It would be like you, the heaviness of lead

Would it be just a part of my suffering
Beats, shanks, stabs, all this I'm wondering
As you stalk the perimeter of my body
It would be my suffering, all your evil to embody