Dark and a bit crude

[BlackPlagued]

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


And 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.