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Caressing The DeadI touch her white skin
Whiter than milk
Softer than the silk
In which she's lying in
Her scent is strong but sweet
Her fingertips so cold
I touch her sleeping head
I'm caressing the dead
Storm of ShardsBloodsoaked, the limbs of the body
Slashed from a thousand cuts
Ripped and slaughtered I fall
Arteries opened wide
Lacerated
Vortex, whirling
My skin, my arms, my face, my eyes
A living dissection
Suffering Is A VirtueTrapped in a grave
Flatlined I dwell
Where there is no light.
Trapped in a hell
That shall be called “life”
Buried in the box in my chest
To burn eternally
Thy Flesh ConsumedScreams from the depths beyond
Chants of grief in sickening tunes
Life – an obscenity
A joke perverse, a twisted lie
Blood pours from my wrist
For it shall wet the dried-out ground
Hell, thy mouth devour me