Rotting Procession

My lungs, they no longer draw breath
 The stench of eons past, my very flesh corrupted
 I, the embodiment of decay
 Forever changing, stagnant no longer
 This temple, this organic structure
 Shadowed beneath swarms of flies
 How eager do their wings seek my carry
 A lord amongst atrophy am I
 The seed of undoing germinates within me
 Seizing my nervous system in so disgusting a manner
 How sickeningly do I hunger
 Morals corrupted through appetence
 This perversion, this desire I shall no longer refuse
 How unnerving my silence, but even in silence have you trembled
 How loathsome that which enshrouds me
 Oh, my beauty, the mirth of my desire
 How lecherous that within me grows
 I beseech your forgiveness
 Oh, death, eternal requiem
 How your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more
 My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins
 With a hunger so profound
 That not even my love for another
 Could prevent me from appeasing
 My mind, my very thoughts
 Have become this sickness embodied
 I won't stop until the screaming does
 I won't stop until the screaming dies
 I won't stop until the screaming dies