He's dire; he's uncanny
Stuck in my dead body
He's a brute; he's a boar
He's brewing my gore

Breathing my breath
gorging my soul
picking my scabs
and licking my throat

Pastors; squealing nonsense
Thick with smothering incense
Shamans; howling vengeance
Maggots and rotting pungence

Nibbling your dimple
he bruises your temple
Twisting your ankle
he craves you ample