Pale Lechery

Dragging the chain of treachery through knotted weeds into her tomb.<br/> Endure the filthy letchery, her pure heart absorbs the gloom.<br/> Not once uttering a single word<br/> Instead she sucks her thumb.<br/> She stares at him, her eyes ask why.<br/> Loveless. Numb.<br/> <br/> Her perfume seeps through cold mortar.<br/> The acrid stench of your murdered daughter.<br/> The frail specter of your murdered daughter.<br/> It rots in your sinus, the smell of slaughter.<br/> <br/> Her scent haunts your waking hours.<br/> She rots among the dead flowers.<br/> As night draws in her stare is fixed.<br/> Where you left her. Where blood and footprints mix.<br/> <br/> She carries her head in your dreams.<br/> She slits your throat in your dreams.<br/> She shows you what you fucking did.<br/> Every night!<br/> Every single night!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026