Realm of the Dead

Darkness descends on the realm of the dead

Where humans are nothing more than names engraved in rock

In graves are they all, the loved and the loathed

With flashlight and shovel I seek to satisfy an urge

I feverishly search for that which I crave

A long departed lover in a consecrated grave

To find the blessed dead to sedate

My desire to exhume and rape

I stumble upon one whose name I recollect

A young murder victim, already erect

I begin to dig up hallowed earth

Knowing what this dead girl's worth

Six feet down is a long way to go, but I earn my just reward

Opening the coffin like a birthday present, in which my love is stored

The stench of putrid rot rushes out, nearly knocking me down

I cough and I gag at the smell of decay, nauseous and aroused

The mortician's makeup barely covered the wound

Which virtually severed her head

Enamored and lustful toward her beautiful corpse

I want to make love to the dead

I rip and I tear at the funeral dress

To see greasy white skin exposed

Drooling with anticipation

I remove the rest of her clothes

Darkness descends on the realm of the dead

Where humans are nothing more than names engraved in rock

In graves are they all, the loved and the loathed

With flashlight and shovel I seek to satisfy my urge

Finally the excitement drives me to the brink

Maddened by perverse pleasure, I can barely think

Seed spilled onto nude cadaver the putrid gift I gave

Exhausted, I pass out, still lying in the grave