Necropedophile

I was once a man before I transformed Into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare At the dead, over and over, I can't escape I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy For nine days straight I do the same She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave Her neck I hack, cutting through the back I use her mouth to eject Here I cum, blood gushes from Bleeding black blood Her head disconnected As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head My lubrication, her decomposition Spending my life molesting dead children Intercourse with infants Curing heads on top of spikes Boiling skulls Skin sliding off of bones Voices The voices call Voices The voices are calling me Buried dead I've spiritually infected Call to me from beyond their graves Bleed I now bleed pus I bleed, the blood of the dead I bleed on her livid skin Thrusting myself within Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch Beyond what we know as death It haunts me everyday I hear the voice of every child That lies next to me decayed A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled Violated after death Virgin hole I infest Anal pore spewing cess The sacred juice I ingest Your dead child I defile Necropedophile