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She May Be Dead, But I'm In Love
written by anotefromacutter12:08 PM 3/31/05In the dark of the night,
she comes to the house.
Not a creature stirring,
not even a mouse.
She May Be Dead, But Im In Love.
She is like a turtle dove,
who came of hell, opposite of above.
Her lips are as cold as ice,
but thats all good, its all nice.
She May Be Dead, But Im In Love.
When we kiss, the blood just drips,
drips from her bottom and upper lips.
Whatever the cause of death,
gun, pills, noose, and a sword from a sheath.
She May Be Dead, But Im In Love.
This love, impossible to ignore,
impossible to overcome and not anything for
you and please the thoughts
of the body, of the body rot.
She May Be Dead, But Im In Love.
Her hands, so limp and dry,
cold and yet smooth and nice.
Shes free from the thought of death,
but wishes to have what I have, life.
She May Be Dead, But Im In Love.
She only comes out at night,
up comes the sun, our night is done.
But if I had it my way,
the fucking sun would be gone.
She May Be Dead, But Im Still In Love. |
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