Dying Fetus

Dark, crimson tides of blood
Will flow like water into wine
I smell you fear,
Our lives coincide
Please respect, the presence of
The dead
For they weep, they are damned
Spite filled eyes, cold and black
Profane slut of darkness
Let me in your mind
Unholy procreation
I give the gift of life
Fuck your faith and doctrine
I've no concern for lies
In our dying embrace
We coalesce in pain
A heartless, empty shallow way to die
I draw my face up closer to your
Milk white skin
In rivulets tears of blood
Stream slowly down