Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever. Rotting... dissolving in my grave clothes, my Flesh turns to soup. A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.
By moon lit night, a looming shadow... sunken Eyes, gaze up to the stars. My shrouded, decomposing corpse, Sprawled on frozen marble.
Carefully unwrapping, Your putrid, fly-blown prize. Disrobed you sit upon me, Straddling my death remains.
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid Slushing sound.