We were just buried,
Interred in our spousal sepulcher!
A newly dead couple;
The wedding march, a funereal procession.
Our matrimony is contumulation
(death by devotion).
My beautiful dead, virginal wife
Rolls around in this casket made for two.
Her hymen so cold and corrupt.
Our tongues explore each other's cavities
Like massive maggots,
Creeping through new holes in our flesh.
I join my bride in nuptial necrophilia;
Sex of the recently slain.
My cock is stiff from rigor mortis
And welcomed by her womb.
Our intercourse is a struggle,
A grappling session of two ataraxics;
Broad indifference.
Her white wedding dress is so tarnished
With my dead cells.
My perfect, black suit(color of crape)
Is shredded like my epidermis.
The epithalamium is sung
By the mouths of hungry larvae;
Intruders in our grave new world.
The bride's grume is on my sleeve,
Dried in the shape of a black heart.
The unity candle illuminates
Our state of consecrated decomposition.
We hold each other by rotting extremities.
Our putrid partnership bonded by
Black putrefaction; flesh as creamy
As the icing on our cake.
Even after the flesh is eaten away,
My love, our phalanges will be clenched
In one boney, eternal fist.
And after we, with the help of the worms,
Break away from our coffin,
We'll burrow through the catacombs.
Two caring cadavers; underground inquisitors.
