Yeuch!

When I asked you to marry me
I think I liked your hair and skin
But now the former's like straw
And the latter's wearing thin
And your eyes were nice
I really liked your eyes
But they soon went and I'm looking at the window reflected on
glass
As if your soul retreated in
I used to like your hair and skin
It's why I asked you to marry me
But skin soon rots and your hair's like straw
And I think they were all I loved you for
But you are still here
In an odd sort of way
You pervade the house that we shared together
Your smell still reeks through the house
It reminds me of your laughter, smiles and everything
Have I said I liked your hair and skin
It's why I asked you to marry me
And I liked your eyes
Because you had nice eyes
But your eyes dropped out
And your skin is rotten
I still love you though and I haven't forgotten
The way you looked on our wedding day
With your hair all brushed
And your eyes all moist
And I look at you now; what a terrible waste
But although you're old, your waist's still thin
I think I liked your hair and skin
When I asked you to marry me
I think that's what I loved you for
'Though the latter's thin and the former's straw
Things are different now and I love you more
As we sit and share the silence
Equally between us
In the stillness of the attic
Where you slowly rot to dust
Propped up in the chair
Dressed in your wedding dress
I wrap the blanket round you
To keep the warmth and moisture in
I used to love your hair and skin
But now I love you so much more
'Though your skin is dry and your hair is straw
And I liked your eyes
Because you had nice eyes
But I'll take them out because the lids don't close
And you used to get such bad night terrors
Like the ones you got on the night you died
Before I sponged you down with formaldehyde
And brought you here to the attic
From where your smell pervades my house
With a rickety bed to lay you in
Where I still make love with your hair and skin.