Your long, smooth
Soft surface,
Subs against my
Song smooth
Nails and flesh bound
Hands.
You're so still,
Still sticky and
fresh,
Your blood runs
Warm
Between my toes like
sand, Beautiful
mud.
Angel, sleep i've
Freed you.
No longer
twitching.
You're so still you're so
Porcelain.
Clothing, gone,
why are you so flawless?
Ivory, red,
Why are you so...
dead...?
Lay at peace and
Accept my
Embrace.
You'll be saved but
You remain at present
To be
Mine.
Preserved and
Sticky.