Robbing the Grave

It's love of the dead
 Arising from her sleep
 To the sweet smell of decay
 Lying in a coffin
 Dead flesh she craves
 There's kissing, of course, caressing, blood drinking, the smell, the
 attraction
 Morbid lust must be satisfied
 In the shadows she must hide
 Entering the sacred tomb
 To fuck those who have died
 When you lie on some bodies, blood comes out of their mouth, and the weight
 of my body pushes it out. That's called purging
 Kissing the flesh
 So dead and cold
 Purging blood
 To drink and be whole
 Strength from the dead
 To feed the soul
 I definitely enjoy swallowing blood. It's very arousing making love with a
 body and drinking some of the blood
 Robbing the grave
 There's a difference between fucking and making love. Maybe some people fuck
 dead bodies. I make love to them
 Screaming in agony
 Coming on the corpse
 Takes it home in the hearse
 So she can get some more
 When I enjoy myself with a corpse, it's a high beyond any I've ever had