i.
you're hanging off the cross assigned to me and before i
              appreciated it - i did, 't was really sweet of you
  it seemed quite innocent at first; they threw stones at you, yes,
but
                    couldn't really hit you
      they yelled and laughed and pointed at you
           and i felt bad(though, hate me if you wish, i was so glad it
wasn't me they hit)for you, yet far not bad enough to start a crusade
in your favor(would you? start a crusade for me? i doubt)
   now it's starting to get ugly and
     imsorryimsorryimsorryforbeingselfish
they're munching on your flesh, devouring your """""sins"""""(they made them all up), they open their filthy mouths and blood, your blood falls down their crooked chins as they laugh and choke on you and keepondemolishingyou
        their stones don't miss you anymore, and
neither do their knives
(BUT YOU ARE PROUD) you wouldn't ask for
            help youareamanyoucanbearthisitsnotabig


                            ­                                                                d­eal
(and i now want to get you off my cross but
                        i don't think i can)

ii.
i'm holding out my hand at you
     but you would die before you reach for
                              it.

iii.
     AND THE WORST PART IS YOu make me want to strip
out of my clothes and help you out of yours and
       have you till i stop wanting to tear my skin apart
       till we can't say day from night, till
               you and i can't walk and hardly manage to
  inhale-exhale-inhale
      till we forget we hate the world
      till we forget to hate
  i want to burn with you for you under
                       you
and this is really bad

iv.
      pleasejustgetupfromyourchairwalkovertomekissmehard­kissmylipsandeyesandwriststhendragmetoyourhousandne-verletmegople­aseplease please

v.
   i'm scared of them and it is you they
h(a)unt