Sleeping With A Corpse
© MiSERY
Summary: Just look at the title..what more do you need?
I would have buried you all, but I didn't have the heart for it.
I kept you all preserved so your bodies wouldn't fade with death.
I keep you under my house; in my basement.
I don't let anyone in.
My mother thinks I like being indoors so she doesn't say much.
True; I like the inside, but because you are all here.
I like to come down at night and take a peek.
I like to open your coffins and climb inside.
I know I feel safe; because you don't say a word of protest.
I say I love you, but knowing you wouldn't say them back.
I take your pictures and put them in my album.
I sleep with you; literally.
I take turns on who I come to.
You all have no idea what to expect, because you're all dead.
I like the feel of your rotten fingertips on my body.
I like the feel of your member in my private parts,
even if they broke off from your bodies long ago.
I like the feel of your cold hard lips on mine.
I wish you all loved me; like I love you.
Sometimes, I wish you were all alive, so I wouldn't have to pretend.
Sometimes, I wish that day never came; when you all died.
Then sometimes, I wish I never killed you at all.
Umm, yeah sick and creeping. And it's been converted to Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Undertaker, Jericho, Edge and Triple H. If you didn't understand, email me and I'll explain, tangerine_fruit_basket@yahoo.com