Of Rot And Rapture

I can still taste the blood on my lips

So sweet, from your skeletal kiss

I can still sense you, i can still feel

Just as if your tender heart was still surging with fear

Your perfection adorned my perversion

In a sick titillating esteem

And in a repugnant display of elegant devotion

I purged your existence from this horrible earth

So dreadfully grim...

From the gashing of your throat, to the wrenching of your tongue

From the dismantling of your torso, to the vampiric draining of blood

It felt so pleasing to hold you, withering in my arms

Such a ghastly display of affection, a morbid miscarriage of love

Under a pale moonlit sky you rest...dreaming

I wonder what they will say when they find you wasting away, lying in repose

When the maggots are crawling and infesting your kiss

When your flesh is all but rotten away

I wonder will they see you as beautiful as did i

With your life washed away and your body in pieces

You serve to be a feast for the vermin, and such an appeasing meal you shall be

The infestation of your putrefying corpse shall be the final testimony of your wretched divinity

From the shadows i watched while you had nowhere left to run

From the darkness i crept when you had nowhere left to hide

So delicate, so beautiful, so wonderfully frightened you were

So eloquent, so marvelous, so lovely your screams to my ears

A disturbing exploration of a licentious seduction

I purged your existence from this horrible earth