Trigger warning
Worship my Porcelain Flesh
The earth has taken me
I linger in the underworld
The dead grasping at my delicate feet
The ghouls and awaken dead
Worship my porcelain flesh
As the undead feel my thigh
Many hands across my shaken body
As if they were alive
They would ravish my flesh
I taste and smell death
I hear the ghouls and spooks
Shivers run down my gentle spine
The ghosts of the past and present
Surround my earthly soul
As deeper in the underworld
I go
I can’t resist
I cannot say no
I am tainted by the pungent reek of death
Surrounding my sweet head
My red beating heart
Turning gradually black with the stench of death
As the undead lay at my tiny feet
I cannot escape
The underworld is now my place
Where I dwell
This living hell
Until my young flesh rots
I gradually turn into the undead
I can no longer see the sun
Only darkness and death
This is my place of rest
As the ghouls and the undead mess with my innocent head
The deep blackness is my bed
The underworld is where I lay my head
All I taste is the stench of death
These monsters whirl around my head
Ghouls and the undead want my porcelain flesh
I am at the mercy of the undead
I feel their rotten flesh across my pure flesh
I hope I will soon be dead
The underworld is my unearthly bed
My soul will never rest
As my fate is to become undead
Swirling thoughts in my innocent head
Soon there will be nothing left
Only deathly thoughts and the stench of my own rotting porcelain flesh
I am restless
I am undead
One of the ghouls swirling around your innocent head
I long to touch your porcelain skin
As you linger in the underworld
As I grasp your delicate feet
I worship your porcelain skin
Toria
17/1/2023
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