godless
wolfgang carstens
At the height of climax
In the embrace of death
I'm incensed
To sink my teeth into your chest
Tear away a chunk of flesh
Your scream
Fills my heart with unease
Enabling me to release
My disease into your womb
I don't know why I hurt you
Perhaps I'm a deviant soul
That feeds on the pleasure of pain
Without the sensation of your scream
I may never come again
As I lay in heat
Beside my cold, former flame
I have forgotten her name
I should get out of bed and leave
An outside breeze
Whisks her odor from beneath the sheets
And colors the air I breathe
I know that love is dead
I know that love is dead
I am repulsed by the sick fuck fantasy
Of the corpse that now shares my bed
Yet, a most loathsome creature
Betrayed by the blood
That surges through my veins
My cock begins to stiffen
And I mount her once again
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