Stargazing
Abramelin
Consigned to the tomb,
to sleep,
to dream forever
Rotting- dissolving in my grave clothes,
my
flesh turns to soup
A distant thud,
as a shovel parts the earth
By moon lit night,
a looming shadow- sunken
eyes,
gaze up to the stars
My shrouded,
decomposing corpse,
sprawled on frozen marble
Carefully unwrapping,
your putrid,
fly-blown prize
Disrobed you sit upon me,
straddling my death remains
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid
slushing sound
Stench rising,
blood thirsting
Flesh peeling,
sores bursting
Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter taste
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets
Stench rising,
blood thirsting
Flsh peeling,
sores bursting
Your task is complete
My corpse lies in a heap
Spewing forth my rotten dregs- dribbling,
oozing down your legs.
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