Necrophilia 4

How I relished in every captive moment of the dream
a trituration of a send-off glorified by its oily sheen
his dampened damsel, I wore skin of a deathly hue
a slow death was certain as his simper gave me its due
such beauteous turning my hair and nails phosphorescent
I glowed green in dim lamplight as did my indistinctive lament
within this bunker of stones and earth-bound retaliations
so given to his thoughts into which I had fed his creations
to part with a life where I had only felt his arenaceous love
it was such a portent of what was sure to float above
in this final forebearance of his fidelitous fanfare
I had never quite known how his cretinous heart could care
grim in such portent his upshot to my corpuscle of depletion
never holding to exasperation in his wan completion
in these final moments of my melting and withering days
my cranium wracked with unearthly philandering plays
I had never meant to cause him such grief in my ways
yet I never saw his avidity for what it surely portrayed
my last and only friends were metal rings that fishtailed with chains
as he led me to his final expression of devotional games
to a place so darkened and full of electromagnetic haunt
my draping gown was laden with his musty unswept gaunt
where no one but him would ever feel my consternation
I had never wanted anyone else to caress my degradation
or hear me scream to deafen his ecstatic and hollow voracity
as I lay still immobile on a bed of thistledown lined antipathy
a myriad of peripatetic selves that honed in on my excretion
his propensity was rife with implacable probity in my deletion
his obsequious rendering of my fate rife with mollified repletion
I sunk into hibernation in his stagnant den in deaths completion
I waited only for his return to his crypt in twisted subluxation
my only last wish to fulfill his macabre indistinct gratification
notwithstanding the upshot of a deadbolt that would never fail
his espy from above was that dead women tell no tales
in final moments years behind flashed by in bitter holography
as I waited for his final reciprocating dredge of my pornography
my derma fell away into ambivalence acetic with dislocation
as he came to touch my rancorous heart and exalt me again...