Blonde Prostitute - Pig Destroyer

The vomit on your lips

Tastes like the sex of a twin sister

I can hear your stomach knot

As another threshold is reached

And crossed imagination is the key

So destroy with the nails

Repair with the tongue and repeat

It only hurts if you look

I am a velvet corpse kneeling before you

And for a split second

Your eyes were lambs

As my fingers slipped around your neck

On the way to heaven