There was no tombstone to mark her place.
But I remember her pale, white beautiful face.
Yearning for her tangled hair and her decaying breasts.
Although she's dead, I've found her love the best.
My friends say "Stop your obsession with the dead."
I agree, but that night I return to her bed.
You see this as a sickness in a sick boy's mind
but have you found true love as I have found?

-AOL Poem I found online. Not mine

It’s such a shame you had to end up here. In my office, my place of work. This place of work of mine is just a storage for the bodies that have yet to choose their way. I prevent them. Every last one of them, these bodies. That lay in body bags and/or on metal slabs. These bodies that make me stench of death. I don’t mind, being a Medical Examiner. Hello there, I’m Eclipse and I am here to delve within your body. You can’t object because you’re dead. Laying on the lovely slab with your arms at your side and your eyes closed.

Which by the way are red. Your lips are pouting. It’s like you’re sleeping, but this dream, you’re not going to wake up from. You have long hair, black as the night, that blankets your back side. You’re pale, paler then most dead and you have tints of blue. So sexy. You are, I wonder what you were like..I read the slip. Andronikos. I remember you? So cocky and so dead? Truth be spoken that you’re dead. And cocky because I know your sister. Do you remember her?

I pull back the white blanket that covers your skin of perfection. You’re lithe and so hot, You’re tall for a dead guy Andronikos. Would you mind if I called you Niko? Of course you wouldn’t. You have no say in the matter. I tie back my black hair and put on my face mask. I reach for the spray and rinse your body, getting rid of things that don’t belong. This liquid, with leaves, dirt and anything else will be sent to trace. It’s time to fuck you up. I reach for my scalpel which rests happily next to my other knives and toys. I’d hate to do this but I have bills to pay. I steady my hand and cut a big Y. The outer edges at your shoulder blades and it joins together and forms a line to about your pelvic area.

The first cut of intrusion has been made. It see it split and it becomes a deep red. You have such pretty blood Andronikos. Stale and stagnant, it’s not going anywhere. Hours pass by like eternity as I take out your organs and weigh them. Take out samples of your blood, stealing tastes of my own. Might I say, Andronikos you taste quite good. As I’m working I steal glances at the other parts of you. Something about death, I say, drives me mad. Amazing, there is signs of sexual activity on your part. Fluids. I only give Trace half, leaving the rest for me.

You’re very nice looking, handsome if I do say so myself. I’ve repeated my self so many times. How come you’re here? In my domain which is hell? Or can be considered hell? Why are you another one of my victims? To get paid to violate you? I put back your organs hours later, which have been treated with Formaldehyde so they won‘t stink and rot away. Though it might ruin the experience I have planned. I stitch you back up and that big Y is such a eye catcher Andronikos. Big, red, ugly and scarlet. And those stitches so big and bold.

It takes away from the paleness of your blue tinted skin. Your face is excellent. I feel like I’m some model critiquing you on your looks and your performance. I have to admit, you are a catch. A dead, non-moving, breath taking catch. You shouldn’t be dead, be alas you are. I wonder what Erick would have to say? He can’t talk much either, he rests in my apartment building on a support stick. He has such pretty bones. White pale and cleaned to perfection.

I’d love to give him company. Would you mind? But I won’t give him your bones. Your going to give me things that you never thought could happen in your extinguished life. I lock the door to my work space and make my way back to you. My sweet, precious dead body. I strip my white robes off and they slide to the ground. I pick it up and fold it neatly on another empty slab. I take off my white shirt and white pants. Did I mention I like white? Followed by the boxers. I stand here naked in my pale dead like glory. Yes, I am a living dead. With black hair and black eyes. I’m rather tall and skinny. But, no one cares. Because I’m a worker for the Devil. Or maybe for God, depending on how you see me.

I climb onto the metal slab. It’s so shiny. Lovely. I’ve fucked many a dead on these slabs. Now, Andronikos, it’s your turn. I spread out some, using one of my hands to give myself a tease. I stop after a few tugs and strokes and I reach for your pale hand. I grasp it and have your head do my bidding. The coolness of it all, giving me feelings I crave. I let out a little sound. Something like a moan. Yes, a moan. Your hand feels so great. I let your hand drop and I untie my black hair. It spilling every where. Onto, you, onto me.

I straddle your death captured hips and lean upward to kiss your lips. So, deliciously frigid. I rake my hands over and around your body. I’m exploring your body, mapping out what your past lovers might have done. I bet you were on top, not today friend. You’re mine. I let my fingers linger over the Y that I so beautifully carved. Following my hands, my kisses travel downward. Till it reaches your belly button. My tongue dips inward and swirls around. Mmm, Death.

You make my insides burn, Andronikos. Gods, though, I desire you alive. It’d be so much more fun. My tongue returns to me and I push your legs open. My Black eyes ogling and your shriving manhood. Even days after your passage you still display manliness. I shift so my head is level with your crotch. I lick around the base and take it all in my mouth. It’s limp, and tastes slightly of decomp. It doesn’t make any difference to me.

I swirl my tongue around the head. I taste, your expelled essence, and a woman’s. So, you were killed during a hate crime? Fucked up. I go on, giving a deadly blowjob. Tasting you up and down and around. I let it fall from my mouth and I lick my lips. Don’t stop me now. I can hear my beeper going on and off. It’s going to be ignored. I straddle your hips again and I ease with your loose entrance. It’s so cold, and yet your weirdly tight. Mmm.

I imagine that your alive and well. Moaning, panting and shivering beneath me. Oh, well, let the fun begin. I start slow and even thrusts. Your coolness making me shiver. I pick it up and fuck you senseless. I don’t care anymore. You can’t feel a damn thing. I sound so resentful, hateful. It’s always like this…Yes. Always has been. Since the days Of Erick . Gods, I miss him. He was my everything. He looked like you Andronikos, except he had Beautiful Blue eyes and Red tipped black hair. He had pale skin, and was so happy. He gave me a sociable life and showed me the ways of everything. It’s a shame he had to commit suicide, in front of me. I banged him, crying and desperate. I hacked away his flesh and kept his bones together. So shiny and white.

Gods, the memories of how he made me feel. I release my essence, into your entrance. Purring delight as the after orgasmic feelings drifts throughout. A little blush is on my face and chest. I pull out of you and collapse on you. I rest there for a moment. My breathes coming quick. Time passes and I clean myself up and put back on my clothes and glasses. I clean your passage and watch the diluted white mess run against the slab and into the designated slot. I dress you up, Andronikos and pull the blanket over you. I watch you for a few minutes and place a kiss on your pouting lips. I cover you up fully and place you in the metal storage. It locking in place. I climb onto the slab and lose myself in the memories. Andronikos, You are now my tainted Angel.

Death becomes of you,

with skin that's so gorgeously blue.

That delicious shade, that tempting hue.

Going to the morgue, it's you that I choose to view.

-I agree. Poem by me