How to Kill
I am an amorist,
A masochist.
They coexist.
I'd like a parodist
To compliment,
My humorist.
I've seen the sun fall for the moon,
I think he fell in love much too soon.
I'll drink my fill,
Of you and your pills,
You'll find I can be too willing.
And I if said,
"They hurt my head,"
Would you still be so giving?
I am a survivalist,
I slung a monolith,
At the goliath.
I need a ventriloquist.
An optimist,
Clipped my wrists.
I've seen the sun hide from the moon,
I hope it'll come back out at noon.
Say that you will,
Know how to kill,
The second I think of you.
And if I said,
"I wanna be dead,"
Would you still follow through?
I've seen the sun cry for the moon,
I don't think I'll see it some time soon.
I'll think of it till the very day I die,
But I miss it less as each day goes by.
I wish the moon would understand,
She takes the sun's heart when she takes his hand.
A masochist.
They coexist.
I'd like a parodist
To compliment,
My humorist.
I've seen the sun fall for the moon,
I think he fell in love much too soon.
I'll drink my fill,
Of you and your pills,
You'll find I can be too willing.
And I if said,
"They hurt my head,"
Would you still be so giving?
I am a survivalist,
I slung a monolith,
At the goliath.
I need a ventriloquist.
An optimist,
Clipped my wrists.
I've seen the sun hide from the moon,
I hope it'll come back out at noon.
Say that you will,
Know how to kill,
The second I think of you.
And if I said,
"I wanna be dead,"
Would you still follow through?
I've seen the sun cry for the moon,
I don't think I'll see it some time soon.
I'll think of it till the very day I die,
But I miss it less as each day goes by.
I wish the moon would understand,
She takes the sun's heart when she takes his hand.