Necrotic Lover

They will find my corpse

Pale from exsanguination

Dried crimson on my lips

Your scent on my skin

Violet roses on my thighs

From your rapacious hands

A smile lingering on my face

For I left the world

In perfect bliss

Waiting to rise

And find you again

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