1. I love you sliced and diced, over the bed, but it really doesn't matter, as
long as you're dead.
2. I love you burned and rotten, the maggots eating away at your crushed head,
but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
3. I love you limp and lame, all twisted and maimed, stabbed with a fury of
lead, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
4. I love you dead from asphyxiation, no hope left for recessitation, but it
really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
5. I love you burned at the stake, drowned in a lake, but it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
6. I love you torched and scorched, roasting over an open flame, but who's to
blame, it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
7. I love you torn and ripped, blood flowing as I sip, but it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
8. I love you dismembered in December, gift wrapped and tied to my fender, but
it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
9. I love you dead from acid, burning and blistering, screaming and festering,
but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
10. I love you crying from pain, no life to gain, I love you dying in pain, you
will pay for you vain, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're
dead.
11. I love you tortured and crueled, as I watch and I drool, it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
12. I love you with an open chest, organs everywhere, but I don't care, it
really doesn't matter, as long as your dead.
I should have killed you when I had the chance, now I would do it
without a glance, I hate you alive, but I love you dead. It doesn't
matter how you die, I will not cry. I will giggle as I see you wiggle
with pain, I will watch you die with no disdain. Enjoying the sight,
it makes my day bright. I will beat you for every lie, knowing that
you must die.
You've already died in my eyes, with which I have cried. You will
remain dead in my memory, and I can still picture you leaving me.
You've died more than one can. In my mind, I think of the ways. I ask
myself, "Why? Why did I let her make me cry?" I won't say I care, I
would not dare, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
Dedicated to my ex-girlfriend, whose life is all a big lie.
