My tongue is sharp as the razor, it was dipped in poison as well
My mind is battling to lay the final word and guarded to the bone.
I battle to accept that you are another creature.
My defence is my trusty and my saviour is my guard.
Please believe me, I am trying my hardest to change.
Patience has never been my virtue nor has tolerance.

The other me is struggling to hurt you,
rip you to shreds until there is nothing remaining.
To bite you, strike you and leave you to bleed every drop of you out.
The other me is opening caring arms
to keep you safe from the agony of life, love you with every fibre in me
and caress you for all time.
Yet my tongue is sharp as razor and it goes well with my running mind.

Kiss me, darling and taste the bittersweet poison with my blood.
Kiss me, darling and taste the bittersweet.

My one hand is holding you by the throat, ready to slit it in half
whilst my other hand is gently touching your dreams.
My eyes look at you with the devils glimpse yet innocent as few.
My hands has built a guard to keep you out and to keep me in.
My legs has taken me too far for me to ever return, to your sane world
Please believe me, I am trying my hardest to change.
Patience has never been my virtue nor has tolerance.

Up and down I will lick you, leaving marks of The Precious One
Razor tongue, dipped in poison.
Up and down I will kiss you, leaving marks of The Precious One
Razor tongue, dipped in poison.

2003-02-10