Happy

Kill me slowly, Kill me sweet
Let me feel the touch of those cold hands
In more ways than one.
Let them be the last thing I feel…

There are many ways to let me go.
Maybe a gun?
The cold metal matches your heart,
And what about mine?
Can we match together?

Would you kill me with a knife?
The glint (the shine) reminding me of your eyes
Or your smile.
Does my smile shine like that?
Do you think of me that way?
If not would you lie to me?
(It would make me feel better)

How about with your hands?
The touch of your marble hands on my skin
My neck…
Would you choke me to death?
Or snap it quick and be over with it?
(Kill me quickly)

But I believe that it would be possible
To kill me with your lips.
Your touch kills me inside,
I love it so much I die.
(Every time, but I’m still here)

Just you is enough.
I want you to be the last thing I see,
Then my life will be complete,
And I can die with a smile!

So pull the trigger!
(Be happy! Trigger happy!)
Thrust the knife!
(Let it sink in! let me feel it!)
Put the pressure on!
(I can still breathe. I’m still ‘fixed’)
Kiss me sweet
(I want to feel the burn of passion!)

Kill me slowly! Kill me sweet!
Kiss me softly! Kill me neat!