Necrophilia

My still, unbeating heart, I guess it’s been stolen.

I’m see through as a ghost, insects through my colon.

I rise beyond my grave, a dead man’s walking.

Angels become demons, they’re forever falling.

We’re dropping like flies.

Life fades from my eyes.

Laughter became cries.

Your hands are cold as ice.

Dark and deep graves, I guess they’ve been dug.

Your satisfaction from my corpse is necrophilia.

Take leave from this life, no more, abort.

Make sweet love to my body, la petite mort.

Rigor mortis flesh, snap my brittle bones.

Call the ouija board phones.

Alive but dead souls.

Bluish skin tones.

My heart is so cold, it’s frozen bacteria.

Just cradle my dead body, necrophilia.

Decay, putrefaction.

After death comes satisfaction.

Caress my cold skin, I know you like how it feels.

For my immortal sins, infected wounds can never heal

Fuck me in my coffin, kiss my cold, rotting body.

The love of your life is just an old, rotting zombie.

I long to lie inside a fresh bed,

So much blood, the sheets look like they’re best red.

Tamper with my casket, as I’m left dead.

Until the day you die, I’ll be your best friend.

Rest in peace, crawled out my tomb, I’m finally rested.

Necrophilia, I’m just the carcass you’d have sex with.

Not no more and not no less than.

I’m one of your confessions, I’m your death-sentence.

I’ll drag you underground, ‘cause that’s my best bet.

Necrophilia, wear my teeth like they’re a necklace.

The possibilities are endless. You must have a death-wish.