The Loved Dead

THE LOVED DEAD
Dedicated to C.M. Eddy and H.P. Lovecraft for their story of the same name

Delicious corruption
I touch your cold flesh
Putrescent, unmoving
Crawling carrion
I desire the taste of decay
Before the embalming
I kiss your dried mouth
Drink in the foul aether
Of flesh beginning to rot
Before I am caught by those who cannot understand
The beauty of the touch of decomposing flesh
I touch, caress, my mind soars on the morbid ride
Caught--I am brought to shame
Separated from the Loved Dead
I must create my own carrion
The life flows from their veins
Before I must flee the scene of my supposed crime
And free the elixir of living from my own
To join now the loved dead
In the beauty of putresence and decay

Cie
10/22/2006

Disclaimer: It's almost six in the morning after working a double shift and I'm crazy for Lovecraft. This is one of my favorite among his stories. I'm depressed and that tends to make me hella morbid. I am not in any way a necrophiliac!
But you can be scared if you want to!