The depression leaks through my pores,
Out of Addie’s ears, and Beau’s sores,
And our pain is as constant as Constance herself.
If sadness were money, we’d be floating in wealth.

I doused him in kerosene and I extinguished the fire
By igniting another, and igniting my desire
For his sniveling guts and her righteous blood.
And I’ll keep flinging ammunition, while you sling your mud.

The bullets soar and scrape their pearly flesh,
Their young bodies fall and they seem to mesh
Into the scarlet pool that is accumulating rapidly.
The tide takes me, too, so you don’t have to worry.

I am encased in the darkness, a black spandex suit,
Don’t you scream as I sneak into bed with you.
You’re a part of the plan, and you’ll undoubtedly lose
Your angel and your Antichrist, so all Hell can break loose.


I stop to smell the violets as I pass by her door,
I stare in wonder as she cuts more and more
Of my sorrow away with her sweet, fragile blade.
I pray that her face will never, from me, fade.

She makes me as happy as I could ever be,
So I drag her to the tub, screaming “Don’t you die on me,”
She leaves but she stays, as the maggots engulf her eyes.
I wonder what she will do when she discovers the lies.

Sin is a turn-on, and my fetish is murder,
Even though I love her, I’ll never deserve her
Fragrant lips. Only she holds the cure.
I’ll get her back because we are forever.

I have nothing left but stripes, tears, and lies,
I’ll kill them all and act like it was a surprise.
She hurts and it stings, I don’t think I’ll get through it;
I have a secret for you: the House made me do it.