i imagine that suicide tastes like your lips
the lips i used to love touching my flesh
i want to cut them from your face
and wash the suicide from my mind
the passion that filled my soul has boiled
the steam has cooked my mind
and turned my love to so much mush
i want to feel my hands around your throat
as the last breath is drawn and i watch
as your eyes roll back into your head
and you piss yourself
and shit yourself
and finally i see you as you have always been
the shell of a person
with a body as vital as yours has ever been
i want to see you dance now
i want to see you perform the roles that you have so well
there is no question if you can still love
because you never needed to be alive
to love as you have
Thank you Marilyn Manson
