"Macabre Love"

"Macabre Love"

My teardrops have turned into ink,
And my glasses turned pink.
Honey,
With me,
You should have known,
That I didn't have a telephone,
And that love,
Isn't something that I can just shove,
Shove away,
And into the shameful day.
You should have known,
That my heart would groan,
Groan and bleed for that pain,
And the memories, oh, what a shame.
You should have known,
You could have shown,
That you loved me,
But you didn't baby.
You should have known,
That without a telephone,
It's a macabre love,
My dove,
Didn't you know that it would get scary,
And that I'm no pretty little fairy?
The ink bleeds onto my heart,
And then it falls apart,
You murdered me,
Honey.
You should have known,
But then you must have known.
I am dead,
So my love turned into lead.
It will sink into your brain,
Until you cry for mercy to end the pain.

Written by Zoe Anne