lying there with my back on a rack   hole in the corner, my head in a sack   flat on my back, neck on a block      one sharp knife buried in my wife      lying there with a ring on her finger   dying to tell me of her competent lover   if she gives me kisses, chains and three wishes      one sharp knife buried in my wife      she screams and she whores   while unjarring doors   late last night in the middle of the night   she took the kitchen knife   kitchen yellow knife   buried in my wife, buried in my wife      opened her mouth with a razor blade   fighting and scratching in a blood red rage   she gives me kisses, my knife never misses      one sharp knife buried in my wife