Your wounds fester in my love
I get too much and not enough
Decay is rolling off your flesh
Always longing for my caress
Death is beautiful, and you will die too
Pain more than any construed
Eat the flesh now, violate
Blood runs red in its escape

Drink the pus that’s in my love
Tasty as a cookie crumb
Piece by piece we slowly rot
Our burning passion much too hot
Death is now what you conceive
The piercing blade will make you bleed
Eating your flesh, it violates
Your blood runs red in its escape

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