Dead=Love

The air was cold, I began to stumble
I felt my heart and the ground below crumble
Scraped my elbow against the dirt
When Im seduced by grave silence I tend to flirt

I tripped over the flowers I laid down for you
Fell into the dreams I wasnt meant to pursue
Stayed quite but screamed all at the same time
This orgasmic nightmare holds you so sublime

I tasted the dirt as it kissed my lips
I watched my dress slide, right off of my hips
I was filled with contrition as I slowly undressed
Realizing I was sick but so pleasantly obsessed

You lay there so pale, peaceful, undisturbed
Lifeless and dirty yet I stay unperturbed
The scent is unsatisfying but I really dont care
Because nobody else can come close to compare

Unbutton your tux the way I did that night
Each one undone fills me with feelings that excite
My body begins shaking I can hardly breathe
I kiss your lips but you dont seem to conceive

But I know you want this, I can feel it inside
Even if you dont theres no way I can be denied
I leave my lipstick trailing down your skin
I undo your pants and let it slip in

Taste most unpleasant, no longer do I mind
Im so intoxicated and your love leaves me blind
The maggots are crawling, they increase sensation
So twisted, engaging in necrophilia masturbation

Im about to cum as my fingers go deep
Powerful beauty, warmth starts to creep
Thighs left quivering as I cry out your name
My orgasm is fulfilling yet laced with regret and shame

I curl up beside you and gently kiss your neck
I cant escape that without you, my whole lifes a wreck
My fingers travel over your handsome chest
I feel the repulsive scar that put you to rest

The sun is arising, I wish it would die
I slowly get up, gently kiss you good bye
Ill be back later when darkness bleeds
To fulfill our desires and sexual needs

***i know this is kinda gross, but if you think about it, it kinda wraps itself around a metaphor...cause necrophillia could be considered an obsession...with something thats gone...understand?***