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If You Were... Dead!

Graveyards are eerie this time of year.

Late February, I'm holding my breath.
Fingers crossed, and all that.
I'm not a religious man, but I pray for this.
Is that empty plot reserved for who I think it is?
I know I'm probably going to hell;
But I don't give a damn.
I'll see you there! I'll greet you with a kiss.

I know God couldn't help me;
His morals don't agree with my forthcoming infamy.
So, I picked up a few essentials from the grocery store,
I met some neighbors who, thankfully, didn't ask questions, for once.
How insincere is the neighborhood bore?
Anyway, I borrowed some duct tape from my grandfather,
He won't notice it's missing until tomorrow.
I hope this nerve doesn't waive or falter;
I'm married to the idea of this sunset sorrow.

I know your folks are always out of town this time of year;
Do you mind if I come over, crack open a beer?
Of course you don't, you ended this amicably.
At least for yourself, not for me.
The area around your home is more quiet than usual tonight,
Perfect for me and my murderous tendencies.
Things would be better if you were... dead!
It's not my fault you made me see red.
Oops.

It's been two days of silence.
I must've gotten away with it.
Your face is all over the news, it's ridiculous.
To hell with this.
Why are you everywhere when you aren't even here?
I'm angry, what? Did I just waste my time fulfilling your fear?
Goddamnit, what have you done!
Funerals aren't supposed to be fun.
I'm a king, a royal man;
But I'm also sad.
No, I'm not.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Yeah, I'm fine.

Jail cells are cosy this time of year.