Save me Superman

Save me, Superman,
I’m plunging into death

The knife is erotic ecstasy,
Tender, the sensation,
Of its sweet, sweet, blade,

Oh please save me, Superman

Great hero, with your plastic smile
Your heroic eyes. . .

Save me from myself
-My lusted suicide,

The burns- the pain,
The tears and my blood,

Luscious blood,
The beautiful fountains
Cascading from my skin

Kiss and savor the taste,

The pleasure in blurring vision
And faint

Please save me Superman,
You’re big and strong,
So come on

Catch me, when Im weak
Ill call you up

To let you know I’m falling
Falling from top story,

And yes I pushed myself
To soar to precious depths of hell,

So come on Superman,
Come save me now,

Im three feet off the ground,
But this rope should stop me falling

Did I forget to call?
To tell you I feel sick?

Too many of these pills,
I can’t read those numbers,
Blurred vision and all,

So what, no intuition?
I never scream your name

Truth is Superman,
I dont want to be saved.