Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.

Rotting... dissolving in my grave clothes, my

flesh turns to soup.

A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.

By moon lit night, a looming shadow... sunken

eyes, gaze up to the stars.

My shrouded, decomposing corpse,

sprawled on frozen marble.

Carefully unwrapping,

your putrid, fly-blown prize.

Disrobed you sit upon me,

straddling my death remains.

Momentum slowly building makes a horrid

slushing sound.



[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting

Flesh peeling, sores bursting

[Rpt]

Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,

your cumming in a frenzy.

Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.

Kissing teeth where lips once sat,

a foul and bitter taste.

Lapping at my putrid flesh,

you puke into my sockets.



[Ch] Stench rising, blood thirsting

Flesh peeling, sores bursting



Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.

Spewing forth my rotten dregs... dribbling,

oozing down your legs.