Noctis Necrophilia

In to the abyss of the night
I crave for mortal wickedness
Winter moon high in the sky
Cold wind blows from north

Her rotting aurora encircle me
I dug her and caressed her body
Her coldness pierced my skin
I’m obsessed with my Necrophilia

In this darkness, I walk alone
My thoughts hung in cruel ways
Coz My life withered ages ago
No escape from this misery

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