Impulses thriving in the burning of my mind
Sour breathless, I pull further away
In the desire of my hollow discourse.

In the solemn seduction of her wavering eyes
I found myself chained with invariable lies
Curving hips and spreading her thighs
The rampant tails of night evade her cries.

Succubiacal deviation
Concubinacal suffocation
The halt of sense
the birth of feel.

I fouled the creeping scourge
and every trifle scream she released
when the pain seemed to repeat.

Every human clinging sigh
I found her there and laid to rest her burdened eyes
Blessing her body to which those fallen ashes lie.

I want nothing more then to tear you apart
Limb from limb, enjoying fellated precious sin

Your grave is our bed for which we lie
Ramming the nail in the coffin we strive.

Three shits to the sin
I crawled to devour and bury her memory within
Dying in the soft bedded frame of disdain
She deserved nothing less then a funeral slaying.