Lividity

I am the sheep in the black wool Knock at your door, my sight you adore Your smile so bold, my dick I wish you would hold Dressed to impress, in my Sunday best You think I'm great, but I'm really a piece of shit Open your door, my manners are the bes

Putrid, rancid mesh of flesh, set fire by desire. Burning to ash, then collected, for our sadistic pleasing. Carving pentagram onto virgins back, masses silently chant. For a end to it all. Enter the chamber of bone, forgive me for the horrors you se