Necromantic female

Necromantic female,
emo deep within;

Making love to this rotting corpse,
high on juice and gin.

Necromantic female,
insane in the head;

Caressing my cold pale neck,
while I lay there still and dead.

Necromantic female,
she gave me her heart;

In exchange for mine,
that has long beat its last.

Necromantic female,
alone as she sleeps;

Wrapped around my body,
as my darkness slowly creeps,

into her being,
“I can feel her die.” I whisper.

Necromantic female
this girl living a lie.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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