"Lonely Necrodisiac"

Your glassy, filmy eyes,
Which I once was able to see myself in,
They're now leaking crimson blood.
Salty and watery in taste,
Dripping down your pale face,
Almost pouring into your silent mouth.

I miss your beautiful eyes,
The way we used to lock our eyes together.
My sweet corpse,
What would you do
if you knew how I felt?

Your lips, sweet but bitter,
Release acrid, alkaline blood.
I want to chew on your tasty lips,
Nibble on your fleshy tongue,
Swallowing your acrid blood,
All your bleeding tear drops.

I miss inhaling your breath,
Like opium, it drove me crazy.
I wish I could feel your tongue and lips,
Teasing my most sensitive skin once again.
What would you do if you knew how I felt?

Your stiff, non responsive body,
Your corroded ivory and ruptured flesh,
They leave a sharp taste on my greedy palate.
The dirty blood, tainting your clothes,
Remains the only color on your white skin,
The only color remaining in your departed soul.

I wish I could feel
the warmth of your skin,
Your response to my touch.
My sweet corpse,
Drowning in euphoric melancholy,
I'm so sad, I suffer emptily,
I'm so happy, I feast greatly.
I want to hold your inanimate body and sleep.

How would you react
if you knew how I felt?
The insane hunger we once mutually felt
has crumbled into ashes.
My sweet corpse,
I'm drowning in euphoric melancholy,
Immersed in tiredness.
I want to hold your inanimate body
in my warm arms and sleep.
I just want to hold your inanimate body
in my warm arms and sleep, forever...

03/10/04