I sometimes feel like the razor sharp
of a bean tins'e edge
may one-day be my best friend,
I hate to feel like my venom,
can only be drained away
as I sleep well past Mid-day.
I hate the sight of red,
but its not instantaneously,
I lose so much as I bleed,
Its taking like a fasting,
I don't wish for pro-longed
of another sad radio song.