The Pallor Of Unliving Flesh

Ghastly mortified flesh
Pale, motionless, and cold
The lifeless visage ashen
Unseeing eyes stare dead...

Unanimated corpse
So pale and oderous
So sickeningly beautiful
The placid limp body...

A nauseating hue, the shade of embers
The lovelier to carve and dismember
The allure of the rotting stench
Coupled with the pallor of unliving flesh...

The beauty so pristine
The genitals a livid green...

The hue of putrid limbs
A hobby so morbidly grim...

My adoration of the dead
A sickly pastime it's been said
None can know my orgasmic pleasure
As I dismember at my leisure

Unliving flesh