What the fuck
The stench so clear to me
Something’s dead
For feast for fuck
This ended life, oh where does it hide
What could it be?
Where could it be?
Who could it be?
Something for me!
Maggots inside growing and feasting
Dead larval host, meat tears easy
Take it back hope, slippage and tearing
Out in the dark, can’t see all the glory
I feel the form, dead, half naked and chewed to bits
Cold to the touch
Dead for days, wasting and waiting for me
Who left you here?
For me to find, I’ll drag you in, I can’t wait
I salivate
Now that the light shines on my decayed prize
The face not intact, she’s missing her eyes
Cold to the touch, but she’s turning me on
I’ve got meat left to fuck now, before it’s all gone
She’s dead (she’s dead)
For me to fuck
Cumming inside
My decayed bride
What should I do now, that I’ve had my fun
Meat litters the floor and it’s almost all gone
This mass of bones and flesh, this hideous form
It’s no use to me now that I’ve cum!