Make of It As You Will.

She smells like death
on a silver platter.
Bloody, smeared with feces
She smiled, nothing mattered.

I licked the secretion
off of her as she moaned.
She had a strange taste
of rotten meat i grounded.

She rank of disease,
Infection and corruptness.
She finished with a
Blood hurtling scream of abruptness.

I sank my fangs in
As she screamed for more.
I didnt mind the
Moisture, stiffness or sore.

She always had a thing,
for sex, blood, and gore,
But I never knew she was
This big of a whore.

I know she feels the pain,
ripping off those sores.
I could be fucking a person
or just a damn corpse.

Either way, this whore
will never leave me.
If she does I swear to god,
I WILL make her bleed.

Ill cripple this bitch
If thats what it will take.
This will be MY pleasure
She screams pull out for god's sake.

This is no longer sex
this is a fucking fight.
"Dont look me in the eyes
bitch, your an awful sight."

If she trys to run
Ill grab her by the throat.
She is soaked in my semen
Looks like a coat.

She always came back
she'll never get enough.
She says she will kill me
one day, its just a bluff.

I know she loves my dick
She screams it when we fuck.
I dont know how she lives
through it, guess its dumb luck.

I'm good at eating pussy
I am skilled, and precise.
She begs for attention
She never was very nice.

The tim seems to tick away
running out of time.
She needs to get out of here
Before her life is mine.