Coming home late at night Hoping I won't wake her But then nothing has for weeks Tonight again I'll take her Erected by the sweet stench of her rot I thrust Into decay The pleasure is cold Yet I'm back in those dead holes Silent consent No resistance Her skin so cold Colorless Planting my seed in the decomposing depths Pink inside no longer In the graveyard hours Ravage the cadaver In the graveyard hours I ravage the cadaver