Dead Girls Have More Fun

The dead girl smiles at her nights work,
The victim still lives after the corpse's game.
The dead girl draws a blade across her tongue,
An orgasm swells at the taste of blood.
The other girl moans coming out of her swoon,
To find herself crucified in a crimson room.
The corpse's lips press close to a breast,
To find the pulse and feed from her flesh.
White teeth sink into exposed skin,
The crimson tide swells out from within.
Two lovers entwined in a sanguine dance,
Blood follows blood in a necrotic romance.