Deviant

Her skin is cold to his touch,
Now they can be together.
He embraces her body,
He will look into her eyes forever.
One last kiss - he shivers from the cold.
Their lips joined - as decay takes hold.

Six feet under,
Feeling death’s embrace.
He gazes longingly,
At her lifeless face.
The worms start crawling in,
His bloodied hands grow weak.
He draws his final breath,
His pain has reached it’s peak.

Nobody knows she’s missing,
For the dead cannot scream.
He sees life in her cold, dead face.
He can hear her voice in his dreams.
When he dug up her body,
He removed the flesh from the bone.
He’d keep her skin as a trophy,
And wear her face to hide his own.