Necrophiliac Poem by victoria martinez

Rush of blood to my bed
Area around me a bright crimson red
Sharpened knife right through my head
And my full heart leaking lead
Soul dripping out of my open wounds
Sliced open at my sides
Runny guts just slide
Floor full of my mess
And cold frozen flesh from shots to my neck
Crazy hands stroking my chest
Soaking up blood
Slits next to my ribs opening me up
Pushing inside the slaughtered he claims he loves
Ripped up insides from a beating so brutal
He ruined my body
I lived and loved every breath
Yet he ripped my skin with shaking hands
He had this hunger I couldn’t understand
Grabbed my hands and squeezed them tight
Took my body and I had no sight
I know he was messed up in the head
Because honestly who wants to rape the dead?