When I was lost and on my own
you couldn't find me a better friend
But fear returned you two stainless fangs
and a pointed tongue
Did you know what it had done?
In a dark, trance-like turn
You remain
An effective agent of
A certain kind of pain
Too many misdirected words
So many things you never heard
To do your worst to make it
faster when it's slow
Did you know where it would go?
Such a cold, confused heart
I remain
An effective agent of
The saddest kind of pain