Grave

Bloodfeast
Your body on the altar like so many before you
Stripped down against your will to satisfy my sickening lust
Scream on, my temporary guest
No one will hear you in my descecrating hour
Trying to live without this ghastly passion
But to me it's not a deviation
Burial
I clean your bones before the remains are concealed
Far below I hide away the parts I no longer need
No more screams from my temporary guest
Her head is on my shelf
Trying to live without this ghastly passion