Even After Death

Roses are red and violets are blue.

Your dead body is a nice hue.

I love to date girls who are paler than paste.

They’re all out of blood and have bugs on their face.

Give me your love. Well, as much as you can.

You’ve been dead so long you’ve degraded to sand.

But I still bought that ring to put on your hand.

Won’t you accept my wedding band?

You fell apart, but our love is intact.

Now I’m a psychotic necrophiliac.

Even after death I’m here to stay.

So climb out of your grave and come out to play.

 

Reviews

[Mercury Mirrors]

hehe nice...No idea how that would work in bed...wait.... AHH IMAGES!

[M@]

I dig it. A nice, funny, satrical look to the idea of necrophelia. I also get the impression that you're also hinting at those women, mostly goths/emos, who are paler than all hell and have strange facinations with death. It's a nice spin on the whole necrophelia issue, which is one that doesn't get a whole lot of attention from readers.

Of course, because this is a satrical comedic piece, there's not much else to say about it, save for that it'll make people take a step back from the piece wondering what the hell is wrong with the writer. Ironic, of course, because they just don't get it.

A nice piece that makes the reader think, laugh, and look at something differently.

[Tania Leigh]

OMG, this is so twisted and......funny! Your writing has always freaked me out...great job!