As I lay seducing your rotting corpse,
I look deep into your hollowed eyes,
Which were once blue, but full of lies.
I reminisce all of the grief,
That you once presented me,
Now it’s just a prodigious relief,
That I have set myself free.
As I admire my gory work,
I suffer no despair,
Nor do I feel a sliver of shame,
While stroking through your hair.