Sweeney

Razors are silver,
Tainted with red,
They tell me their stories,
I'm not interested.

Sunshine and rainfall,
It all feels the same,
Maybe I'm bitter,
The Judge is to blame.

I'm constantly fuming,
But what can I do?
It's driving me crazy,
Perhaps it's just you.

Love and revenge,
They're one in the same,
I've forgotten her face,
But never her name.

So come into my parlor,
Make yourself comfy,
And tell me about,
How your wife is just lovely.