My dear dreadful wife who's dead
Whom tonight lies with me on bed
Don't hold a grudge against me
I swear I didn't push my gliding blade against thee.
It wasn't I who made you bleed
Wouldn you kindly just leave?
Your face is rotten and mangled
This is dosturbing me.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
My dear dreadful wife who's dead
Whom tonight lies with me on bed
Don't hold a grudge against me
I swear I didn't push my gliding blade against thee.
It wasn't I who made you bleed
Wouldn you kindly just leave?
Your face is rotten and mangled
This is dosturbing me.
