I used to know a man
Who killed me once a week,
Not with knives,
Not with bombs,
No way of shedding blood --
All he ever did
Was tell me that everyone
Was awful and petty and unchanging.
All he ever did
Was kill my desire to see tomorrow.
Funny how all he ever said
Blew away when you reached out your hand
And lifted a stranger up from a low place.