Here in this crypt,
I'm happy as a pig in shit
I'll never tire of my little graveyard games
I dig my fingers into graveworm ridden flesh
Rot softened skin gives way to me, at my slightest touch
I close my eyes
I breathe the acrid stench
I penetrate her parchment skin
As maggots writhe
upon my swollen sin
I creep in again
I need sweet release
Oh, the ecstasy
these necrotic pleasures bring
They'd say I'm sick
If they knew of my predilection
Id say they're right, but hey, I guess that's more for me.
Congealing liquids pool around my filthy knees
As I thrust into this rotten meat, foul object of my needs
I close my eyes
I breathe the acrid stench
I penetrate her parchment skin
As maggots writhe
upon my swollen sin
I creep in again
I need sweet release
Oh, the ecstasy
these necrotic pleasures bring

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