Deformed Hearts.

What is that fervent stare?               
Must be misinterpretation.
But how can I mistake that look of
Desperation and tempation?


Your lust looks deprave me.
I think you must know.
I thought you might love me but
You don't see me though...


Cash in hand.
Slacken ties and eyes.
You wouldn't know if I were dead.
But it's worth it for your sighs.

You'll catch the love glinting in my eye
Someday, and you'll understand.
You'll leave your wife and kids
And for once you'll take my hand.

You'll kiss me gentle on the lips,
And we'll be happy and smile.
We'll tangle on clean sheets,
And after you'll stay a while.

If next time when I lie with no motion,
You don't see me.
Then I'll make a deadly potion
And you can be defunct this time.

I'll cut you into tiny parts,
Because that's how I feel every time.
Cut the chords until your heart's
Not beating anymore.
I'll hold it in my hand.
Squeeze and wring and choke it.
I'll place it gently on the bed and stand
and stamp it deformed.

I'll put it in an envelope sealed with kisses,
And send it to your old address.
Your wife will find the dank red letter for the one she misses,
And open it.