NeckroFeel

I've heard of such lucks

But couldn't believe

Of all saints and fucks

It had to be me

Who discovered the rot

Heaped with maggots and flies

And beheld terror caught

In those heart stopping eyes

Cold as a stone

No life to roam

And I've been so...alone

Now I must take you home.

Your lips are deep blue

But each kiss instead

Turns each hue

To blazing red

I always knew

My type of girl was dead.