Adding Insult To Injury - Gorerotted

A sultry, wicked femme fatale with blotchy skin all pale and sweet

A sickly facial glow with holes and gaps dotted along her rotten teeth

Hair drawn up high pulling back her face, her arms reach out to grab for me

Growling and panting, dribbling and stumbling, murmuring incoherently

Evoking the demonic crux of life

Calling forth in blasphemous tongues

The hunger’s returned for the spirit that race’s

Through her mind, her vains, her lungs

With an evil cackle that cuts the air like an E. coli infected rust knife

She gropes and searches with filthy hands where weeping sores and scabs are rife

I look into her bloodshot eyes and take her in my shaking arms

Her language is foul, her breath even worse, never could resist her filthy

charms

My backdoor crack-whore

Gives me lovin' when I’m feeling down

My backdoor crack-whore

I gave her some white, she offered me the brown

Left me sore and feeling sick, as we lay together in our own filth

She gave it up, I took her high, she flfet me itching, wanting to die

A shadow of my former self, now weak, confused and in poor health

Ridden with disease and junkified, spreading the plague rotting out my insides