Fascination With Asphyxiation

Hands over your mouth

Plugging up your nose

Belt around your neck

Is that what you really want

Is that what satisfies you:

A plastic grocery sack.

I’ll admit, that isn’t much but

It’s not too hot for me to

See you turning shades of blue

Don’t get me wrong, I love blue skies but

It doesn’t suit you well so could you

Get that off of your head:

A plastic grocery sack.

You’re chasing Death

Taunting him at every turn but

If you’d give me a voice I’d

Rather see that belt holding up your pants

I can’t figure this out

Your self-rendered exhalatory drought

It scares me when you do this to yourself but

I cannot tell a lie

The way you thrash around really gets me high;

I know I’ve gotta

Lift up this pillow but right now

I’ve gotta come hold on

To what keeps you here

Sealing off your air

I’ve gotta hold on

See you there

Make you want to care

Your fixation on suffocation

Makes it hard for me to breathe

Your obsession without resuscitation

Leaves me wanting up for air

It’s such a problem your alveoli

Must be bursting out with pain

But worse for me I think I need a dose of

Self-meded novacaine

Oh great, now it finally happens

Blood clots are a bitch, I know

Especially when they burst inside your brain

So I’m holding on

To what keeps you here

Sealing off your air

I’ve gotta hold on

See you there

Make you want to care

Your fixation on suffocation

Makes it hard for me to breathe

Your obsession without resuscitation

Leaves me wanting up for air

You always were so cold to me except

When I was choking you and now

Your skin is cold, too

Shame

You look so happy there.