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Untill Death...

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Untill Death...

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The life-giving ichor streaming through my veins

A curse from which I deign to be released

For your obsession is one I cannot satisfy

The frigid touch of the recently deceased

Occupied at the morgue, exsanguinating husks

Man-handling a corpse, I uncovered my desire

I can only be gratified by working stiffs

For me to climax, your life must expire

To be or not to be, is that the question?

I long to see you with a death-white complexion

Expunge my innards and commit mortal sin

You must flay your skin to bear what's within

An irrevocable decision, my suicide

I long to rummage through your insides

A borderline fetish that in life can't be tried

My ecstatic release is for what you will have died

Release your offal in a sanguineous tide

Prostrate fornent instruments of destruction

A slit in the crotch and a blade is cached in

The arterial spray and rivulets of gore

My gonads expelled, the pangs like a virgin

Avulsed intestines are meretriciously discarded

Harvesting kidneys, you comport as your reaper

Incised and excised, you bleed for me

Excavating your torso, you go deeper and deeper

An incision to the abdomen to justify my love

With entrails exposed, I'll find you a cut above

I want to hold your hand when my fingers are degloved

Express yourself by showing what you're made of

After hacking genitalia I see I am sterile

Convulse and regurgitate to sample your own bile

Diced liver and stomach, so normally reviled

Are on the sheets so lovingly compiled

The beauty of a fibrillating heart

Until death do we part

(solo: "Arrythmia and Blues" by S.C. McGrath)

No union as strong as this

Your (my) fate is sealed with a kiss

There lies such sexual bliss

In articulo mortis

Chopped to the bone, your flesh is rent

Tissues morbid, bodily fluids are spent

Human infarction, bloody eruption

Exfoliating dermis, self-inflicted dissection

I espy a ray of light as my life ebbs away

I enter into the abominable display

My heart on my sleeve, sheets, and negligee

I cherish this final auto-da-fe

Having reached the end of my life's breadth

I'll delve into your organs and explore your depth

Orgasm as I exhale my last breath

We have cum to consumate this death

The beauty of a fibrillating heart

Until death do we part

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