Necrophilia

Lust in his veins for the one he cannot have

He craves her soul like any other

Envy rises as she is being courted by insects

He lurks in the darkness watching her

Pride in her unawareness of him yet suffering

He aches for her smell and her taste

Gluttonous in his use of her body to get his fix

He is not a man but a creature

Greed consumes him as nature tries to take her

He brushes the leaves that cover her

Sloth overcomes as she is secured in his cave

But a happy ending will never come

Wrath comes when she dissolves easily in his hands

For she is a mere broken corpse

And he a lonely werewolf