The dead, what is it with them
That I find so attractive?
Is it their cold, lifeless bodies,
That bend to my darkest desires?
Its twisted, vile, forbidden,
In every known human culture
To attempt procreation with a corpse;
Its in my very nature to act
Against common conformity,
To be interested in grotesque stories.
Maybe I like the danger,
Defying nature and defiling the dead,
Denying social dogma, doing as I please.
Maybe I like the cold,
The stiffness, the discoloration,
The ******* and exhilaration.
Maybe I like being myself.
Just know that I am no necrophiliac, I just find the subject interesting, the same way I think about torture and suicide. I just like to think of it from an open minded, third party view, not the defiler, not the defiled. Heres hoping that nobody takes this the wrong way.
This was written from a viewpoint other then my own. I want to start writing short stories, so the person this is coming from was supposed to be the main character. Its about this guy that lives alone, rarely coming in contact with humans. His seclusion eventually lead him to start talking to inanimate objects, and his desire for human contact lead him to start digging up the dead, one thing lead to another and you know the rest until the ending which I will not spoil (because I havent gotten that far yet).
I do like to be a necromancer in games, though, or build zombie tribal decks, or play the undead race in World of Warcraft. Something about undeath is appealing.
