Mortuaria - Impetigo

Wearing the disguise of the working class

I use my occupation to fulfill my desires

When you’re dead you’ll be mine at last

You cold, naked body, recently expired

How can I resist

Your sagging breasts?

Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death

When I put the embalming

Needle into your flesh so blue

I place my throbbing penis inside of you…

My tools are ready… your

Insides to dispose

I caress your slick abdominal cavity… my desire grows

I lick your icy ear and fondle your lungs and toes

I come… while my tongue is buried in your nose…

OHH…

The stench of your decay arouses me… alone in the prep room no one to see

Our disgusting sexual lust, no one will know… I’m alive, you and I are all

Alone… I want… to take… your cadaver home… I swear I’ll never leave

You… always yours… my love…