Save Me Save Me

Though,
This,
Is
All you'll ever get,
It,
Would,
Be,
A strange delight.
No eyes,
No nose,
No mind.
The grey light of Porto stays 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.
Save me,
Save me.Save me,
Save me.
Save me,
Save me.Oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed by the night?Save me,
Save me.Your body rotten as the last melon,
On the vine.