Wrap me up while I crumble, while I fall apart
In the hollowness of my tears. Let me sink.
Where have you gone, if not everywhere but here.
My eyes scan every billboard, every screen
That your lips are painted on, searching for those
Cigarettes that make my lungs black with obsession.
Pretty girl, kill me soft and slow.
Look at you, up on that stage, talking like you got a clue.
I want to hear that voice, I want to eat up what you say, and
Throw it up in a lonely stall. Look at that blonde hair
Falling down your back. I want to run my hands through it, and
Rip it out. Give me your spotless skin, your tapered nose.
Give me a chance
To put on a mask and disappear into the illusion of your world.
Though I still draw breath, allow me to die by these desires.
Pretty girl, kill me soft and slow.
And so this is what it’s come to; standing on your porch,
Unsuspecting of me across the street, fingers grazing
What rests in my pocket. Finally, I see you for what you are,
In flesh before me, I’m thirsty for your touch.
Wrap me up while I hold your body, while I shut your eyes
In the lake of your existence— you drained of life, and I of envy.
Pretty girl, kill me soft and slow.