Follow me down...

Your heart beat is my own, and I want to rot beside you, mixed as good as one, deep down, a feast for maggots and blow flies. By the Gods, I want it so bad, the even further than "till death do as part". I want eternity, decaying in the ground. I loved you... I love you... I'll love you... straightforward, as an executioner's axe, methodical, fanatical, like a torturer's delight. -You take me breath away- (don't even want it back), corrupt me, lay with me beneath the land, let's turn into worm food, dirt, graveyard grass; transubstantiation, hand in hand.