I feel my body dying as it slips into your skin.
An attraction to such discomfort arises from within.
And when all words are spoken this tension is released.
This beauty's metamorphoses into the human beast.
Lust for you body
Give in to your heart
Lust for your body
Give in to your flesh
Lust for your body
Give in to your skin
Lust for your body
Give in to your sin
Can you deny what festers so passionately inside?
Slaughter the necromancer that resurrects your departed bride?
Can intentions harden and penetrate a lover's lie?
Taste the lips of the moment and allow the soul to die.