Necrophilia

by Corruption   Jul 13, 2007


The feel of rotting flesh,
the atrocious smell
makes my blood run
as if these corpses are all I need

these are my friends
never able to leave me
and never mind what I do
and they never question my motives

they lie in bed with me
they feed me
and they relieve my loneliness
I can even bathe with them

my friends
my darlings,
my lovers,
my corpses love me.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Dying Beautifully

    Hey Keenan I loved this one it is really good I re read it like six times very cool mon amie.

    Beck

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    I loved how you put yourself into the position of being in someone elses shoes. You were being yourself yet added the twist to this piece. I must say I adore this piece. Definitly amazing. Your work seems to improve. Great read. Keep it up~mel

  • 17 years ago

    by Debbie

    *little scream*
    So one of my favorites by you, Keenan! :D

    I adore the part, as follows, where you stated:
    "The feel of rotting flesh,
    the atrocious smell
    makes my blood run
    as if these corpses [are] all I need"
    ^It simply gave me an odd, tingling feeling :]; furthermore, the title of this piece gave me... a laugh! Haha. So you have a sexual desire for dead bodies, huh? Lol, nice. Anyway. I think you did a rather astonishing job with this piece. A delight to read, nonetheless.

    Take care,
    Debbie

  • 17 years ago

    by Ciao Bella

    Very interesting poem...a little discusting but good lol...good job

    ashleigh