Amagortis Intrinsic Indecency
Wake up as the smell of shit and vomit seeds into my
senses.
Shards of glass pierce my feet as I stumble to the
toilet.
Coughing blood and gastric acid, stench becomes
unbearable.
Snort a line of meth before I get back into bed with my
love.
I know she loves me. The way that I am. Death won't
part us.
I can still get down on her cold dead snatch when I
want to. No saying no to anal.
But lately the smell's becoming f..cking nasty.
Spray me with faeces and vermin as I invade your pus-
infested asshole.
Last time I washed her must've been the day she died.
Throat slit with a kitchen knife. It was nothing but a
silly accident.
Since then, the flies have found their places, invading
every single crevice.
The burning under my foreskin has changed from nuisance
to necessity.
Got to clean this f..cking mess up. But first I need to
pack this bowl.
My nerves need calming. My room needs airing now!
Wait for night-time. Can't be seen now, who knows what
the neighbours know.
I'll have to go out to feed my munchies later on. I've
always loved her.
The way that she was. Nothing changes.
Even after death she still has her place in my heart
and bed.
