Lost Love's Postmortem Orgy

A revisited nightmare of past loves and devotions haunts me.

Lost love's postmortem memories performing yet another psychological autopsy.

An orgy of decaying savagely contorted familiar naked bodies tearing at the sins of my flesh.

Foul and animated smells of lust penetrate my senses from intimate past bonds.

The magic of love reduced to Abbra Cadavers crawling unwieldily all over my raw dormant body.

Sodden felines tearing at my manhood.

Recognizable corpses so rigid and swollen have seduced me to the very same in the fruits of my loins.

I am remarkably excited by the reminiscence of my most intimate trysts, yet now lost to mere deteriorating memories.

Painful relationships all dried up into ashes from the once passionate inferno that set my heart a fire.

An inevitable forensic examination of my heart, soul, and mind awakens me to the pains of my loneliness.

Resurrection!

  I felt pain.

I am alive.

I can love again!