Such lust once would be sated by the swansong of your heart
Paired with spectral rattle issued by Death’s harp
Such lust once would be sated by the cold gaze of your eyes
No longer bound by life’s constraints
Nor to its earthly lies
It’s not enough, the blood now calls for something new
I feel a strange new stirring as I watch your skin turn blue
I need to make you a part of me
We must needs become one
A feast devoured so lovingly ‘neath the setting sun
An act so unbecoming
The world outside won’t understand
An act so vile and sickening
Performed with doting hand
With this act we’ll become one into eternal life
A consummation of the flesh
Performed with fork and knife
In eternal fiery depths, a reservation ironclad
From such abomination, no redemption can be had
As teeth pierce your bloating corpse, such ghastly fate’s embraced
For I’ve made you a part of me, my lust this act did sate
An act so vile