Counting
We will count together,
My best friend and I,
We will count together,
As each day goes by.
One crimson wound for each day that we suffer,
One scarring memory for each day that’s tougher,
Reaching down deep and feeling me within,
Knowing my tragedy, my sickness, my sin.
It will keep my memories and make me warm,
It will remind me of the regret and the way I transform.
We will count together,
My best friend and I.
We will count together,
As each day goes by.