Twist the Tourniquet Tighter

Wrap my neck

Round my throat

Tick tick tick

Turn turn turn

Passions still bleed

Seeping remnants,

Flush about,

In fervent panic,

Tick tick tick

Turn turn turn

Scratch my neck,

Welling passion from the throat,

Turn turn tick

Tick tick turn

Punishing my passions,

With this makeshift band,

Breath has died,

My canvas paints pale,

Against an arduous alizarin,

Tick turn tick tick

Turn tick turn tick