I kill you. I kill you. Your legs shrivel too damn fast.
I kill you. I kill you. I pity you so much it’s maddening.

I kill you. I kill you. Am I doleful? Well I’m not not.
I kill you. I kill you. Is this something? Well it’s not not.

I kill you. I kill you. Are you loveable? Well you’re not not.
I kill you. I kill you. Do I love you? Without love I do.

Just cry, just cry, just goddamn cry. In the two seconds left before I disappear.
Just cry, just cry, just goddamn cry. Slipping through my hold comes the orgasm.

After fornication, I glimpse some purity in me.
Or am I deluding myself, sober, to urges, presently
Even this mote of surety has been defiled by everything.

I kill you. I kill you. Your legs shrivel too damn fast.
I kill you. I kill you. I pity you so much it’s maddening.
I kill you. I kill you. I’m so sad I can’t bear it.
I’m so sad I can’t bear it. I’m so sad I can’t bear it.