raoulduke71

Hey miss mortician
you're looking pretty grim today
i die again and again
every time you look at me
that way
i may be another face to paint
another wound to cover
my lips are cold
my heart don't beat
but why can't we
be lovers

Lay me down in my
covered wooden bed
making sure
that satin pillow
holds my neck
and head
Hey miss mortician
you do your job
oh so well
I'm goin' up to heaven
but without you

It's gonna be hell


That's a little ditty I wrote when I still had emotions
I'm a perv ain't I?