The Miracle of Death

Oh! How beautiful it is to knife
The cellular tissues, your skin
Your scream is pleasure
The burn of your eyebrows
The miracle of death fucks you

You are a piece of flesh
A simple piece of shit
Your suffering is art
The pain is art

I love death
I love the smell of death
When my mother dies
I will lay her corpse on my bed
And I will sleep on it
And fuck it