Maggots in my BoxersA Poem by Life Inside Death
She looks so beautiful tonight
With maggots in her eyes Teasing me so perfectly With hollow rancid sighs I feel the urge coming on To rob the grave again Why must you lay so still When I'm going in? She never screamed I never dreamed That love could be so right Her rotten corpse so smooth and gentle I took her skin tonight She was twenty-four When she left this world A victim of disease She was such a w***e 8 children she bore And she knew how to please I'm just 16 But so it seems That love sees no age 100 years later I have saved her Call me the Necro Sage © 2009 Life Inside Death |
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5 Reviews Added on January 4, 2009 AuthorLife Inside DeathCincinnati, OHAboutMy name's Shane Hatfield..made the top 5 in the nation at skillsUSA for design :] But I can write too! I've got mostly all my old stuff on here (except the novel) so i guess im satisfied...i guess i.. more..Writing
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