Is this the way it is supposed to be
Your dead eyes staring, looking out at me
Listening to the silent presence of death
Never being the one to steal your breath
Could love be the thing to drive a person this far
Hating your corpse as you rot in the trunk of my car
The excitement of death that controls my soul
Watching the blood flow out from your bullet hole
I love to listen to your dying yell
as my black soul falls deeper into hell
Always forgetting that life is so sweet
Death is the key to life's defeat
I kiss your lips as your body grows cold
waiting for eternity to take hold
Glorifying death as my life goes on
Sleeping on your grave dug in my back lawn
Smiling everyday that you are dead
Peace is mine as you rot on your death bed

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