NECROPHILIA 


Make love to you your eyes are closed,
Your body is rotting it's decomposed. 
Your hair straggled in a spider's web ..
You're dead. 

 No remorse ..
 Screw the corpse. 

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
Just like you they're thrown away.
Your body's filled with lava flies,
Why oh why did you have to die ?

I come and see you every night,
Unlike my girl you don't put up a fight.
I'm close to you, put flowers on your tomb ..
'cos I was born in your womb. 

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