Her cold skin A touch away This sense of loss Forever stays ...
Freed from the flesh she wore, Her body still remains Lying there beside me In our bed each day The beauty she possesses Fills my growing need To keep her here forever, To feed my misery
Her voice can be heard throughout Our home and in my mind Speaking of the love we had Until the day she had died
Hope soon to join her For now, her flesh I desire The smell of rot delightful, Indulging deep inside her So pale, almost ghostly, She glows in the night Invoking all the passion in hopes She will come alive ...