Wow. Spur of the moment writing. So, I tried to make a poem that rhymes this time. But it doesn't have a syllable count and stuff. It looked stalker-ish... D: Don't shoot me. All my poems (Read: Total crap writing...) turn out this way.

I don't even know how I got into the Literary guild with the poems I make... ._.

Hold my hand and get electrocuted
'cause how dare you forget my name and let me die
And then I'll take your corpse like we're newlyweds
I can have my revenge and end it with a sigh

So don't apologize, and stop talking
And then I'd take your finger, and give it a ring...
while I bury your corpse in the middle of a desert

The vultures and the cacti will be our witnesses
Maybe I'll kill myself too and meet each other in hell
You'll looks so pretty in your wedding dress
I'll watch your corpse when I bury you in a well

so fall, and fall, FALL
INTO HELL!
INTO HELL!
And we can meet, In glorious fields of Asphodel
We'll meet in hell
So, don't say sorry, 'cause you'll never leave my side...
No, not anymore, 'cause in the trunk... Your corpse will ride
Because, no, I carry my chainsaw and there's no place to hide...

So, let's bleed together, and bleed
as our blood mixes on the floor
As we die by the door

So fall, AND FALL
IN TO HELL!
There we'll meet!
In the asphodel Fields!