Infatuated with the corpse
An exact image of what it was just a moment ago
A ball gag suppresses the last breath that it ever took

My body is bathed in the warmth of blood
Never thought that it would
Have kept me warm on this very fateful night

But now I know that those screams were not of pain but they were my ecstasy
It’s white skin is illuminated under pale moonlight
Reminiscent of fresh snowfall

The patterns formed by shadows and it’s hair make each square inch unique
My lips still burn from the last time that I uttered it’s proper name
Those thin wrists seem to melt in my hands

My flesh on it’s flesh with gravity on my side
I should, but wont, tread lightly on it
My garments lay in shreds with the last of my humanity

Brushing the hair from it’s face I am locked into a dead stare
It’s open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back at me
Not who I am but, what I have become

I pledge allegiance to this husk, giving it all that I’ve got
Pushing my power in
And absorbing it’s life as mine, becoming one with it

I unclasp the ball gag and inhale it’s death