Sanguine philosophy number one:
I can't erase what I've become.
Sanguine philosophy number two:
Your words of love were never true.
Sanguine philosophy number three:
I was never meant to be.
Sanguine philosophy number four:
I deserve only what I had before.
Sanguine philosophy number five:
How is good from this derived?
These bloodied notions rule my life,
The arguments still proved untrue.
Spell them out with faithful knife,
The paint-by-anger life renewed.
Sanguine philosophy number six:
A guinea pig for all your tricks.
Sanguine philosophy number seven:
I'm so far gone, there is no heaven.
Sanguine philosophy number eight:
I f-cked you up, now it's too late.
Sanguine philosophy number nine:
Not good enough to waste your time.
Sanguine philosophy number ten:
Another black starts the list again.
