The water dripped soundlessly,

so effortlessly against your skin;

your pale

pale

pale

pale

skin.

It felt slick you know,

how rusty and rubbery your skin feels;

you left me, you know,

you said you wouldn’t;

not even after death,

yet, I don’t see you keeping that promise;

you’re a liar. a pathetic liar.

I could make you come back,

you know.

you could come back to me and

and

your flesh wouldn’t be so lifeless.

but where’s the fun in that.

though, with careful consideration

all do respect and utter piss.

I need you back.

i love you

you know.

Then I decide I want you back,

I want to bring you back into our

little,

secret,

loop.

you’d like that wouldn’t you?

I know you can feel it,

your life coming back,

you slipping back into conscious

the water filled.

You slowly stir to fix your mind on it all.

I killed you,

and I’d do it again,

and again,

and again.

but right now I need you to

to

satisfy me.

can you do that?

I want to see your eyes light up

with that same

excruciating

life

and joy

and sparkle it had when we first met.

can you do that?

As I do, your screams.

they’re all drowned out.

I cant hear them over the water.

Though

as much as I missed it

your eyes were dull.

dull of horror and shell-shock.

it’s boring,

you know.

you bore me.

and I tip your head back,

back into the substance that woke you.

I cant hear you but I need you

to be

oh so

quiet.

I need you to shut up.

Can you do that?

Die, then return to me again.

Die, then return to me again.

Why do you keep returning.

Why cant you just stay dead.

WHY CANT YOU JUST STAY DEAD