love

My girlfriend... in the next room.
Why are her lips so fuckin blue?
hair.. the texture of a mop, her nails, underneath, full of rot
Skin, decaying away, white flesh, rotting for another few days
micheal myers, freddy, friday the 13th,
they all mean nothing once you have have met me.
necrophilia. what does that mean?
sorry mr. fancy psychiatrist, i did not mean to make you turn green.
TELL THE FUCKING POLICE?
Now i have to carve out your spleen,
Looks like a fucking coffee bean,
SHUT THE FUCK UP, precision is keen.
i swear to satan if you yell and fuck up my work,
i will have to find your wife and carve her face into a smirk
It is your own fault, you could not see,
the monster that lies deep inside of me.
the mask is tight, i need glue to make it stay,
my insides are dust, like a forgotten ashtray
like jack, right to the bone,
fuck i never want this gist to leave me alone.
of course, it stops, always does, constantly chasing this dragon of a rush
your face looks so pretty with blush, that pale lady really made your cheeks flush
cry at your funeral, your eyes look so consumable, in my freezer, so presumable
now i can finally pay attention to my true love, i will kill anyone who tries to come between us.
My dear, why do you not speak? why are your eyes so horribly bleak?
i like you. your dead like me. i feel nothing but my heart still beats
as i enter, you feel so cold, not warm like a welcome home, cold rotten flesh,my fingers like to roam, i will never forget you choking on your own mouth foam.
my dick does not like anything alive, reminds me to much of a fucking bee hive
buzz buzz , buzz buzz, the girls, never stop making those screams,
since i was 12 the dead have been in my wet dreams. lesbians? two people fucking, sadism? none of it is for me. my only joy is to fuck dead bodies.