If you've ever wondered what a love poem
from a mortician to his girlfriend might
be in their courting phase, I feel it
my moral obligation to offer my
humble opinion..lol

Pine box,

Oh, my darling.. I was nothing
More than a corspe when
I met you..
I was in a funeral procession
In a black hurst on my way
To the grim reapers check
Out counter when the eyes
Of your affection melted
My thoughts of the obituary
Ads..
Your love unzipped the
Body bag of my sorrow
I was hacked up with
A machete of unrequited
Love
Your smile melted the
Tombstone of my fate
As my cold dead fingers
Clawed through a steel
Casket of blackened doom
My X- girlfriend could only
Hire a priest to pray over
Me, but you my sweetness
Drained the last ounce of
My blood into a vampires
Bucket
If not for you, my love, the
Maggots of hell would have
Consumed the last of my
Decaying flesh, and saved
My toenails for a Sunday
Snack
I'd love to slice you into
Tender morsels of
Affection
My scalpel is ever ready
To lay you on that cold
Steel table and remove
Your heart from loser
Boyfriends
I'll fashion your loving
Eyeballs on a necklace
Dangling from my neck
And our family lawyer
Will notarize our prenuptial
Agreement
Come to me my love!
Let us dance in the
Cemetery of broken
Coffin nails
Let me drain the last
Ounce of blood from
Your screaming soul
And encase you in
The morgue of my
Eternal desire!
Lol.