You Looked Much Nicer Dead.

Don't speak to me of all we might've had.
You littered on my heart.
Your mangled face turns my stomach,
as your hands rip me apart.

I didn't mean to come here,
we might by divine surprise.
You know I cannot fight you back,
as you tear apart my thighs.

I thought you were gone,
that I'd left you for dead.
The sound seems somewhat different now,
as moans escape your head.

A scream would be pointless,
with your gun so close by.
I'd much rather be infiltrated
than watch myself die.

I didn't wish for all your 'love'.
This wasn't what I wanted.
I really should've shot you twice,
this is worse than being haunted.