Though this is all you'll ever get
it would be a strange delite
no eyes no nose no mind

the grey light of Porto stay with you
oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed
by the night when you cut yourself?

save me save me
your body rotten as the last melon
on the vine

pull your shirt down
save me save me
press my thumb onto your tongue

hand a knife up to me
no mouth no neck no rest
the white poem of self hate stays with you

even though you know a chance to cut
is still a chance to cure
pull your legs apart

save me save me
your body doomed as the last apple
on the tree so let me hurt you