Sid And Nancy are You and I

You knock upon my door,

I won’t let you inside.

No one has been before,

To see the things I hide.

Your every breath is innocence

Yet your touch, it does belie.

In my soul, I feel the remnants

Of an obsession that never died.

Just let me be your Sid,

And you can be my Nancy.

My little toast to heroin,

My project on anatomy.

You say you want to see,

You say you know me best.

It’s like you want to bleed,

To beat upon my chest.

I love the pretty world I cut,

The walls are painted red.

Your wailing cries are agony,

My hands are steeped in dread.

You try to say we’re only friends,

You say that I’m obsessed.

You’re right of course, it only ends,

When my life rips from my chest.

By noose, by knife, by smoking gun,

And by tomorrow, I will know.

My days will end in heroin,

Hell, it’s the only way to go.