#necrophilia
Thinking you are finally save.
Until you hear the shovels dig.
Rolling over in your grave.
Some ***** dude is gonna hit real big.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
[Crime-scene. Time ceases to exist for YOU,
the necrophile. YOU are on top of the corpse.]
YOU:
Cadaver, corpse, a body's just a body
and yes, I'm guilty, sleeping with the dead
it loves me, then it doesn't love me.
[Beat]
The rosary you must! To rest in peace, so
transfigure me baby while warm on my bed.
Cadaver, corpse, a body's still a body.
Indulge me; martyr to your livid beads
please intercede for me, oh, please I beg
for it loves me, then it doesn't love me.
[Beat]
Now shall I exorcise you; set you free, from
the purgatory found between my legs?
My body, yours a corpse, but still a body,
And when your sinews loosen, skin erased
by time who shows no mercy for the dead,
will you still love me then, or won't you?
[Beat]
To resurrect is daunting, but you shall have
the body that my kiss declares undead.
Cadaver, corpse, a body's just a body,
which loves me, 'til it doesn't love me.
[Exeunt]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
It’s cold tonight in Eden
A full moon is a spectral sight
An apple tree is in full bloom
In this garden where we may say our prayers
Dirt is caked under my nails
I’m tumblin' down, down, down
Eight feet, just for you my dear,
Lenore can’t so no
Not when the throes of passion
Are caught so deep
I’m restless against the stillness
Aching and grinding
Yet paradise is so cool this low
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
rested, sealed in a cloud.
through the panes of my reflection,
she lay still. preserved,
at a point in time.
carefully, it was made
a heaven for her,
black, against the snow,
a delicate frame.
freedom, hers was sought
in a vain attempt,
too easily, given up,
it left a desperate mark.
made to cut her loose
unnoticed, beneath her.
her eyes looked forward,
unrelenting, yet absent.
my gift remains pristine.
faded, her elytra
are pale and sickening.
yellowed, they conceal
many writhing guests.
unmoving, she remains,
but a stranger to life.
a gift, she is,
rotting from the inside.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
You've always seen right through me...
It's like
I'm looking into your eyes
and I see forbidden fruit...
a forbidden love
It's like
I'm staring into a mirror
trying so hard
to look for myself
but all I see is black.
Like a corpse---
It's like
I give all I have
In love with you
---Ectoplasm---
I give all I am
To be with you
To let you feel
Who I am...
----I am a poltergeist----
It's like
I'm reaching out
My hands open wide
Extended towards you
and when
you look
it's like
you don't even see me----
We hug
and it's as if
you could
almost just
pass right through me----
It's like
We love each other...
But it feels like
Necrophilia.
It's like I'm gone...
even if you're looking
straight into my smile
my smile I force myself
for you to see
it's like you're still looking---
you can't see me can you?
forcing a smile
on my face
day
by
day
do you even know
that I just smile for you
because
I'm tired of you
always crying for him
night
by
night
But you can't even
See the smile don't you?
----It's like I'm his ghost----
It's like
I'm a nightmare
and I'm haunting you
except I'm right here
always right in front of you.
------always waiting to be noticed.
always.
Waiting for you to realize
That love is not a ghost.
Love is not a graveyard.
Love is not somewhere lost.
Love is not sealed up in heaven.
Nor is it burning in the void of hell.
Love is here
Love is waiting in front of you
always----
even as you were crying for him
even as you were lying for him
even as you were fighting for him
even as you were falling for him
even as you were breaking over him
even as you were blinded by him
even as you were losing him
even as you were mourning for him...
always----
Even if I'm
the only love
you're allowed
to love,
you've never
allowed yourself
to love me...
You've always seen right through me...
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
.
Three tears is all that I can almost shed,
I'm wound up tighter than any thread,
as you lay on white sheets upon the bed,
I can't help but think you look beautiful dead.
My hand would love to touch your skin,
my head is full of the most atrocious sin,
but you are so cold and won't let me in,
and how can a veil of lust be so thin.
You can not be any older than thirty,
the way your ******* curve is so **** flirty,
and my mind is full of images salaciously *****
you are so so tempting, naked and skirt free.
And even though I despair to caress you,
its pointless now to seek to impress you,
my job is to clean, arrange and dress you,
make you up to look just like the best do.
But oh! my lovely corpse I have a need,
to see you buried carrying my seed,
nobody will ever know, for secrecy I plead,
you will look beautiful in spite of my wicked deed.
© Pagan Paul (21/01/18)
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC
You are a sickness
Turning me helpless
My mind muddled
Senses in unexplainable chaos
I'm completely wrecked
You alone
Affect me
This way
But simultaneously
You are an antidote
Making me whole
My mind clarified
Senses ultimately heightened
I'm in complete ecstasy
Only you
Affect me
This way
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
I found you half-dead.
In your eyes,
pupils were still giving away the scent of love
Breaking the harsh silence and the dark shapes of ****** footprints
Painted on your face.
The line of your body, turned into a mosaic bloomed scars,
Awakened a yearning inside of me, chopped my heart
In the timid kisses and gave away the color of your veins
Scattered on the fabric of our first awakenings.
In the depths of your flesh I'm trying to find the deafened sobs
I've listened to the dreamy nights
Under the veil of your skin,
Hidden from all sadness hungry of my tears.
I'm leaning your bloodless fingers on my lips
Listening to your presence.
By kissing your ******* I'm diving my touch in your naked
Lungs, spread out like a butterfly
Imprisoned inside your glass body.
With my tongue I'm discovering the taste of your neck,
Decorated with a red line
Of my love.
I'm biting your vocals,
Remembering of your laughter that still echoes
In the spaces of my thoughts.
You're still beautiful, safe in my arms.
You give away your happiness with a smile on your torn face.
Your love reaches me through a mild rushes of wind.
I'm leaning my cheek on your ankles,
The softness of your flesh overtakes me by passion.
And you are giving me your last stirrings of life
That you don't need with the tenderness that my breath is giving you.
I lie down next to you on the bed soaked in red,
I'm overtaken by the smell of rotting roses and smooth juices
In which we sink together.
I'm putting the remains of your waxy face on my shoulder,
I'm choked by soft closeness of your tangled hair
Packed on the pillow.
And I feel your gratitude,
While the sweet sounds of loving
Float through our world,
Safe and bloomed.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
Sorry it ended up like this.
Me out here, still wrapped up warm in my vestigial garment of flesh.
You in there, naked amongst your primitive ancestors like the youngest adult at a wedding, mingling awkwardly, embarrassed.
I wonder how you died. Your ribs look like they have been fixed back together after some kind of trauma.
A car crash maybe?
Maybe you struggled with long term illness, rotting before you ripened like a sickly bud in a wet spring.
However it happened your bronze plaque states it was untimely and therefore probably tragic. '(A young woman)' I read, not so much discovering but confirming what I already knew to be true when I first laid eyes first met yours across the crowded room.
You stand about as tall as me, your shining off white cheeks delicate as fine china. Staring out of you glass cabinet, you seem to beg not to be judged alongside your distant relatives, your slumping neighbors.
Fragile and sweet, you radiate a quiet dignity. It isn't hard to imagine the thin layer of blood, skin and fibrous tissue that it would take to make you beautiful again.
I plunge my hand through that glass portal, soft folds of meat transposed to brittle bone and back again, unifying you world with the mortal
It was obvious that you were beautiful, and involuntarily I envy the one who held you and kissed you last.
I wonder if anyone ever wrote a poem for you when you were alive.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC