You're Just Too Good For Me

I wanted to thank you for all you've done -

for ripping the voice from my mother's music box,
for burning my worthless antique violins,
for throwing me, laughing, into unwinnable battles,
for releasing your shrieking faeries in my cellar,
for letting needles and demons into my veins,
and, at the same time, since you multi-task so well,
for enriching my lungs with such fine monoxide,
for reducing my skin to precious shadows,
for putting a knife through my cheap old attention,
for blackmailing my wounds to make them sing that song you like,
for stealing my bones to sink them in the river -

and I'll give you a shining reference.