The day that I die,
you'll catch yourself on fire,
for making my life hell.
You'll find all rotted food,
and swallow every bite,
without any precautions.
You'll chase the largest dog,
just so you can die. . .
of horrible, terrible rabies.
You'll dream of me each night,
asking questions to yourself,
like an insane, feeble person.
And, the letter from the grave,
mine that is, darling. . .
will only say one thing :
" Just let me tell you something..."
And, then it shall drive you insane,
as you jump off the deep end.