Cripple and the Starfish

Dear Henrik. 

Sometimes I wonder if you're fragile. 

Madness, I suppose. Drugs. Abuse. Oblivion. Desperation. Sick hope. Intense beauty.

~

mr. muscle forsting, bursting
stingy thingy into little me, me, me
"but just ripple" said the cripple
as my jaw dropped to the ground, smile, smile

it's true I always wanted love to be
hurtful
and it's true I always wanted love to be
filled with pain

yes, so cripple-pig was happy
screamed, "I just completely love you!
and there's no rhyme or reason, I'm changing like the seasons
watch, I'll even cut of my finger
it'll grow back like a starfish!"

mr. muscle gazing boredly
and he, checking time, did punch me
and I sighed and bleeded like a windfall
happy bleedy, happy bruisy

I am very happy
so please hit me
I am very, very happy
so please hurt me
I am very happy
so please hit me
I am very, very happy
so come on and hurt me

I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish
I'll grow back like a starfish