My Sweet Grave Digger

corpse on my mind

I'll always get what I want,
not what I deserve,
apathy grows in the dark,
your body I'll preserve-
Make me hate you,
make me cry,
tell me a reason that I should die-

I'm kissing your wrists, self-hatred is art,
I'll pretend I feel a pulse,
till death do us part-

Admiring your corpse,
in its beautiful decay,
captivated by its rotting.
my mind has gone astray-
Far away, your head I'll save,
purple limbs protrude from their shallow grave-

To join you in the afterlife,
I trace my throat with a knife-
Blood looks lovely in the dark night,
so will you join me in this twisted delight?