Lies and time led to my demise
and the record of my perfect death
shows how much I despise you.
I will be screaming bloody suicide.
Sentimental pictures line the walls.
Fake tears waterfall down your cheeks,
and my mouth sneers up at you,
and reminds you of all the imperfection.
Matrimony guided you here,
taught you how to love and raise,
taught you how to hate and break,
led me here,
to this casket where I lay perfectly still.
Someday when you're all alone
and I'm cold and decaying,
you'll know who really won.
Here's a hint:
she will wake from six feet under.