She was the creator of my pure existence, she always gave me everything she had.
But now she's dead with a bullet in her head, my beloved breadwinner left me before the dinner.
Since childhood she fed me strong with her vital force, one glass of milk or better two, perfect for me and you.
The sweet smell of rotten flesh went to my head. I couldn't longer resist, no matter if she's dead.
My greedy lips enclosed her necrotic mammary gland. Feasting on the decomposed, my passion no more banned.
Feasting on the decomposed! Feasting on the decomposed!
Nicely curved, exposed breast, she always gaver her very best. Reflexive greed overwhelmed my brain, one glass of milk to forget the pain.
Feed me! Don't leave me, feed me!
I couldn't let her go, her breast continued to swell. With pale skin and empty gaze, her breath began to swell.
The sweet smell of rotten flesh went to my head. I couldn't longer resist, no matter if she's dead.
My greedy lips enclosed her necrotic mammary gland. Feasting on the decomposed, my passion no more banned.
A tragedy a few weeks ago, she decided to leave. Disoriented, a child of 40 years, suspecting the mischief.
Your death is our little secret, nobody will ever find out. For me you'll stay my reference person, my water in the drought.
First contact between the dead skin and my lips, it was like I'm reborn.
I choked down the pasty milk, forgotten who I was. I am the next to rot!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
