i'm stuck in a straw
pulling pulling gone
the life's being sucked
out of me

but, no, you
say. that can't happen, you say, straws
suck water and juice, not lives

well, the juice that makes me
live is being sucked out and
i really do think that's all the more worse

but i love you and
i shall let you continue
to drink, because I think
that being dead is all the more better

if it happens for a
purpose, and you are
mine

a/n: does this even make sense? oh dear, why do i even try?