I am the next to rot

She was the creator
of my pure existence
she always gave me
everything she had

But now she's dead
with a bullet in her head
my beloved breadwinner left
me before the dinner

Since childhood she fed me
strong with her vital force
one glass of milk or better two
perfect for me and you

The sweet smell of rotten
flesh went to my head
I couldn't longer resist
no matter if she's dead

My greedy lips enclosed her
necrotic mammary gland
Feasting on the decomposed
my passion no more banned

Nicely curved, exposed breast
she always gave her very best
Reflexive greed overwhelmed my brain
one glass of milk to forget the pain

Feed me!
Don't leave me
feed me!

I couldn't let her go
her breast continued to swell
With pale skin and empty gaze
her breath began to swell

The sweet smell of rotten
flesh went to my head
I couldn't longer resist
no matter if she's dead

My greedy lips enclosed her
necrotic mammary gland
Feasting on the decomposed
my passion no more banned

A tragedy a few weeks ago
she decided to leave
Disoriented, a child of 40 years
suspecting the mischief

Your death is our little secret
nobody will ever find out
For me you'll stay my reference person
my water in the drought

First contact between
the dead skin and my lips
it was like I'm reborn

I choked down the pasty milk
forgotten who I was
I am the next to rot!