As the knife slashes my rotting skin
I shake and moan, ready for you to begin
Saliva glistens on your lips and my throat
My body is old and stale
Don't take time to dote
I've been in my grave
Waiting for you
For it's this ceremony
That lets my life be through
You bite my cold stiff shoulder
I am in passion
Your tongue couldn't be colder
You nibble gently up to my neck
Sucking my life
My blood pulses
Flowing with great strife
I close my eyes and slowly start to depart.
As your hand reaches in my bloody hole
And takes my heart.
