By Shadygirl Fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 4 May 1999

The Necrophiliac

Toss my mind aside
A frisbee to fetch
In an opponent-less game

Poke a pinhole in my heart
and wring it flat
in your ever-clean hands

Pollute my soul's core
with your ebon breathe
and cloud all clarity

And leave what's left of me
This empty lifeless body
for your twisted pleasure

But never forget
to prepare me before each embalming
of your love.