Just a little bit of knife in my brain,
Just a little bit of daggers for my pain.
Maybe some bullet through my eyes,
All that would be so nice.
A tad bit of sword through my nose,
A tad bit of wolves for my woes.
A teeny amount of rapier in my mouth,
You can even go down deeper-- south.
A crystal ball shows me a slit through my neck,
The claws scratched me like a wreck.
The crystal ball showed me not even one arm,
Both were gone: they done me harm.
All these sharp weapons hurt me,
And make me all bloody.
Not to mention all the gore..
But...
I want more.
