Hospital Bed

I'm standing over a hospital bed, gauzing a man's bleeding teeth
In a daze I watch over him, my dark-haired beloved freak
For I'd rather die than watch him die in his sleep
He's a man of inherited evil soul, his best stories, the blackest have ever been told
I watch over him, once I washed in his tears, the taste of his sperm, so clean and clear
I'd rather die than know he died alone
I hid the knives and razor blades, I've seen him carve up his own bones
The bottle took the good part of his heart to the home where his evil soul reigned
What's left to him was all in his fuck, those were years I couldn't give up
His long slanting eyes that love and despise, his primitive fire, his hated desire
The scars on his side where the scabies once nested
I lay my head there, to rest, or to die
And he takes, takes, takes 'till he bleeds you dry, and he survives
I'm standing by the hospital bed