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- - - NECROMANIA- - -
She bloomed before me
Like a dark red rose
And teases me
Oh, so, sweetly
Eyes peer intently
Her mouth laid open
A silent scream
Is music to my ears
So close to cumming
In festering flesh
Penetrating the putrid decay
I feel her body
Her entrails and all
We consummate eternal love
Ragged incisions
When I carve the meat
We celebrate
With festive shades
Of crimson and gray
Matter and splatter
And salivate
Lick the juices from her corpse
Can't you see that I need you
For midnight fuckings and beyond
The veil of death remains
A mystery, callous and cruel
My art is honed to precision
A morbid fetish
Among many others
Fucking you after death
The ticking clock
Of rigor mortis
Maggots crawl across
My cock
Yes, I am in love
With rancid meat
She used to be
So beautiful
Flies sing lovely songs
We begin to feast
I wish I could
Fuck you dead one last time
Skull fucking to silence screams
Godless endeavors are sublime
Enticing, romantic
Fantasies straight out of my dreams
Necromania refined
The jizz is running
From every hole
God-given and others blessed by me
You are somebody
With entrails strung high
A tribute to our eternal love
A morbid fetish
Among many others
Fucking you after death
The ticking clock
Of rigor mortis
Maggots crawl across
My cock
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Like a dark red rose
And teases me
Oh, so, sweetly
Eyes peer intently
Her mouth laid open
A silent scream
Is music to my ears
So close to cumming
In festering flesh
Penetrating the putrid decay
I feel her body
Her entrails and all
We consummate eternal love
Ragged incisions
When I carve the meat
We celebrate
With festive shades
Of crimson and gray
Matter and splatter
And salivate
Lick the juices from her corpse
Can't you see that I need you
For midnight fuckings and beyond
The veil of death remains
A mystery, callous and cruel
My art is honed to precision
A morbid fetish
Among many others
Fucking you after death
The ticking clock
Of rigor mortis
Maggots crawl across
My cock
Yes, I am in love
With rancid meat
She used to be
So beautiful
Flies sing lovely songs
We begin to feast
I wish I could
Fuck you dead one last time
Skull fucking to silence screams
Godless endeavors are sublime
Enticing, romantic
Fantasies straight out of my dreams
Necromania refined
The jizz is running
From every hole
God-given and others blessed by me
You are somebody
With entrails strung high
A tribute to our eternal love
A morbid fetish
Among many others
Fucking you after death
The ticking clock
Of rigor mortis
Maggots crawl across
My cock
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 14th Jun 2015
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14th Jun 2015 1:27pm
The dark/shocking poems are my favourites .. I'll be adding this yo my reading list :D
You've got skill :D
You've got skill :D
15th Jun 2015 1:26am
14th Jun 2015 11:25pm
15th Jun 2015 1:26am
16th Jun 2015 9:01am
"Necromania refined"..that you *are here!
Your duble- dark shiny-images astound the
senses, as poetry shud..
hinting heavily upon the *raw of yer underlying talent.
Much enjoyed the power u put to worx!
be wellz ;)
~d
Your duble- dark shiny-images astound the
senses, as poetry shud..
hinting heavily upon the *raw of yer underlying talent.
Much enjoyed the power u put to worx!
be wellz ;)
~d
16th Jun 2015 11:24pm
