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Sickened by life and all its masquerades

The warmth of flesh repels me, my touch as cold as a scalpel's blade

Silently, in the mortuary

Fumbling, towards ecstasy

So take me down upon your sterile slab

And please let me drown in your pallid flesh so drab

In secrecy, post-autopsy

I stand revealed, naked and shivering

For dead eyes to see

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice

Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice

Embraced by death, another pantomime

But in my realm of shades, no light would deign to shine

Silently, in the mortuary

Fumbling, towards ecstasy

This tryst unseen

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice

Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice

Necrotica, upon the slab I lay prostrate

Necrotica, benumbed and dead we consummate

Your thorax splayed

I stand breathless, but unafraid

I've found my resting place

In this decayed embrace

No prying eyes to scorn

This love in solitude born

Our touch, burns like ice

In our putrid paradise

To have loved and to have lost, a tale as old as it is true

To have loved but at what cost? When all that's left is chyme and grue

Inexorably, then came lividity

Our love did atrophy, as is the destiny

Of all anatomy

Necrotica, abased by your rancid juice

Necrotica, cleansed in your mephitic sluice

Necrotica, upon the slab I lay prostrate

Necrotica, benumbed and dead, inconsolate