arouse from sleep

Misshapen Lungs
So beautiful, we dance.
The lights hung with meat.
Your heels slop in the corpses.

Pigs and humans, It's all the same to me.
The 90's were the peak of idiocy.
Tomorrow, with heightened hypocracy.

A voice of a succubus, so smooth.
Like the cigarette hanging limply from my lips, she screams.

The struggle.

Are those my hands? Coiled around your neck?
Are those screams of pleasure?
Pushing you down into the blood, such a shame.
There's not enough to drown you.

Can't tell if you're allowing this,
Or you're body's just limp from the lack of oxygen.

It was the smell of decaying flesh beneath us.
The writhing of your body in my arms.
and the honey voice of death that
~Awakened the sadist.~