Necropedophile

I was once a man before I transformed

into this molester, freshly deceased children

You have born, torn by my rape

The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse

I will violate

Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction

I open the coffin

Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare

At the dead, over and over, I can't escape

I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice

I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy

for nine days straight I do the same

She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave

her neck I hack, cutting through the back

I use her mouth to eject

Here I cum, blood gushes from

bleeding black blood

her head disconnected

As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein

She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head

My lubrication, her decomposition

Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants

Curing heads on top of spikes

boiling skulls

Skin sliding off of bones

Voices

The voices call

Voices

The voices are calling me

Buried dead I've spiritually infected

Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed

I now bleed pus

I bleed, the blood of the dead

I bleed on her livid skin

Thrusting myself within

Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch

Beyond what we know as death

It haunts me everyday

I hear the voice of every child

That lies next to me decayed

A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection

Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled

Violated after death

Virgin hole I infest

Anal pore spewing cess

The sacred juice I injest

Your dead child I defile

Necropedophile