Haiku Poetry

Rotting bodies reek.
They ooze and pulse with maggots.
I love to fuck them.

Dead men do tell tales.
Just look in their eyes and see.
Their stories are sad.

Look at my face bitch.
Did you here what I said bitch?
Rot in a hole bitch.

I quietly watched.
I quietly watched her sleep.
I want her so much.

I don't like my face.
It is bruised battered and scarred.
You did this to me.