Requiem For You

i raise to you a glass, my dear - of sour lemon juice you've gone from me at last, my dear - ah yes, i love you too your sticky flesh on everyone, excluding me - so kind and the odor of mixed sweat and rum - the marks on your behind he hit, my dear? and who is he? - or rather, who are they... that bind their lips to your thin lips - a bountiful buffet enjoy, enjoy! oh tasty treat! your withered body - spoiling meat i'd have strangled you in the midst of night - if not your smell so sweet that's all, my dear, i bid adieu - in hopes you'll see this from my view and take the time to really read this love poem just for you and take the time to burn in hell - this Requiem's for you