My Saviour

First forget me
then regret me
than accept me
in your mind.
You think that I am settled in you
while really I meddle in you
I believe I'm gentle with you
you know that I'm not.
Am I to you
as he's to me?
Do I make you
want to die?
Joint suicide
next time we're high
I'll say good-bye
and shoot.
Then bask and smile
in my own bile
kiss you good-bye
and die.