Kill my Corpse..

We can all be sick minded... 
You can't hide it.. 
Nobody minds it.. 
Until the moment it finds you... 
Ripping your insides out.. 
Heart, Mind, and Soul.. 
Dead, Murdered... 
Then... 
All we have left is a empty corpse.. 
We call it home... 
But a empty home, is a lonely one.. 
We break it, try to fix it.. 
Stitch the wound.. 
But the scaring memories are still there.. 
How shall I end the miserable memories? 
Different need different fixes.. 
What should I do? 
Should I, Shoot myself in the head.. 
To stop me from thinking of you.. 
Should I, Stab a knife through my heart.. 
To stop it from beating for you.. 
Should I, Hang myself to not speak your name once more... 
Should I, Drowned myself.. 
To make my feelings for you go numb.. 
So many choices.. 
So many dead ends... 
Murder me were I stand end the pain.. 
Or if you dare, tame the beast that lays within me.. 
Set me on fire, and dance on my ashes.. 
Fuck my dead corpse, so I feel loved in the afterlife..
It is my dying wish, my love..