Friday, July 10, 2009

Necrophelia

No one to talk to,
Nothing to say.
Piercings in bodies
Doing by day.
Playing and dancing,
And going along.
Creepy and crawly,
And singing a song;
Creaking and cracking,
The floors and the walls.
Breaking and raping
Dead people and dolls.
Messed up and screwed up,
Her head and her craves :
Killing the slaughtered
And digging up graves.
Necrophilia, depression,
Paranoia, obsession.
Dead through her thoughts,
No other direction.

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