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Worship my Porcelain Flesh

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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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