Shes dead inside, when he screws her, he is fucking a dead heart beat. Shes as stiff as a board and she is dying to scream but her screams are frozen in an ecco as he preforms his darkest dreams.
His dirty hands feel her innocent body as he kisses her dry cracked lips. The chains dig deep and she starts to bleed. The pure white sheets stained red.
She cries so gently, so he whispers in her ear
' don''t make a fuss I''m nearly done
Gracey Newman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/necrophila/
