He shall come and save her And lick between the hairs And think only of the moment And no further there And when He shall But for a second Withdraw his very own tongue She will find the sharpest blade And then with a gentle twist for how it has all gone wrong Sink it sincerely Into the heart of her wrist
Irwin R. Shaw - April 26th 1982
He shall come and save her
And lick between the hairs
And think only of the moment
And no further there
And when
He shall
But for a second
Withdraw his very own tongue
She will find the sharpest blade
And then with a gentle twist for how it has all gone wrong
Sink it sincerely
Into the heart of her wrist