Poetry
Ex-Letter

Darling I miss you, won't you come back

Your eyes were red while mine are black

You promised me a tattoo of your bullshit lies

I drank a beer and laughed the day you died

Your tongue I would cut and feed to the birds

Your heart I would toss in a fire to burn

Your skin would be great for a fine leather

With your blood, I'd paint this dark weather

Your beautiful eyes can drown in my piss

I'd enjoy it all, honey, not a moment to miss

Your teeth would make fine stones for my ring

It'd be my reminder, how bad love can sting

You were so lucky... That my stun gun was DEAD

Because, OHHH how I wanted to put it to your head

From bricks to nails, your bones I will crush

No one has to know, because darling I flush

Baby come back, I just want you to bleed

I promise you pain, it's the the high that I need

I'm not sorry you died, kind of glad that you did

I'm still drinking this beer, it's like candy to a kid

I just want to...

Freeze your dick in a jar, you may feel kind of sore

Wrap it real nice and send it to your whore

I'd so burn your brain, dance around it twice

Let the fire go out then feed it to the mice

Rest in misery jerk... while you're buried in shit

The day that you died was the best day I lived