Pins and Needles

Pins and Needles

Lock me up in a coffin of your love
and throw away the key.
Set fire to this funeral pyre,
let me sacrifice myself for you.
Your sepulchral voice puts me to sleep,
droning comfortably in my ear.
I’m free-falling now,
down from the sky.
I’m not worrying about the consequences.
Chain me in fetters of obsession, devotion,
cage me, I’m too far in.
Slit my wrists and leave me to bleed,
anything but this torture of wondering
what you feel for me,
what I feel for you.
I’d rather crash and burn,
I’d rather be set aflame,
I’d rather die slowly, tortuously.
You’ve got me on pins and needles.