Bitter Sweet

The taste of iron still in my mouth.
From the fine lines that I cut out.
Gently carving the inner thighs.
You but shutter loving the sharp surprise.
Crooked crosses entering you.
Making you scream out loud.
Pretty pink you gush while I'm eating you out.
Feeling the steam on my face.
It gives rise to your bloody embrace.
I love you dead angel is all can say as I bandage you up again.
You love the my morbid mind.
Cutting and slicing makes you feel fine.
Your bloody mound still in my mouth as I lick you in and out.
I still smell you and need you but you are dead.
The knife too deep at your legs.
Fuck it now I will find another.
To be my beautiful death lover.