Dying To Know

Why don't you slit my throat?
You can drown slowly in my crimson blood

Why don't you stab my heart?
You can see my pained expression when I feel it go through

Why don't you point a gun to my head?
You can hear me begging helplessly for my life

Why don't you take ahold of my throat?
You can look directly into my eyes and see all the life quickly being sucked out

Why don't you throw me off a cliff?
You can listen to my useless cries for help from a distance

Why don't you run me over with a truck?
You can watch my blood seep into the cement

Why don't you hang me by a rope?
You can walk away and adandon my lifeless, silent body

Why don't you talk to me?
Why don't you care about me?
When all I ever do
Is care hopelessly about you

Why don't you love me?
I'd do anything, I'd live or die
Just to be with you

Why don't you just admit it?
I haunt your thoughts and dreams
You couldn't go on without me
You would die to be with me too
Wouldn't you?

©® May 2005
Ciermae B.