Słoń - Love forever

He was a regular at the club, where she just came
Higher league, her body could only be in his thoughts
It was like a shot, at her sight he experienced a shock
Just the two of them were left, there was no one around
He could not pull his gaze away from her eyes and mouth
He could almost feel her smell and heard the steady pulse
Once he approached her to take out the cards on the table
Her gaze paralyzed him from the neck down
Quick swap of roles, looking at her unconsciously/feverishly
She whispered in his ear an order, "let's go to mine"
The modest apartment, three minutes from City Centre
She was naked before he could take off his shoes
She had two black ravens carved on her shoulders
It was clear as in day-time, she didn’t like to turn the lights off
She wanted him to tie her and clog her mouth with something
Asphyxiophilia - Sex in plastic nets
She wasn’t gentle, she asked him to beat her
She moaned with excitement tilting her head back
He hit her with all his strength, although he knew that this is wrong
He tore the skin off his ankles and she finally came
Erotic nightmare, her body becoming increasingly blue
But it was as if he fell into a trance and could no longer stop
The young girl eventually stopped moving
While he fucked her, she died in torture
He sat on the bed, apologized, swore
He wept naked over her body with fresh blood on his hands
Despite this she was beautiful, by her side he felt like in heaven
So under cover of the night, he transported the corpse to his
I do not know how long, how many days and nights
He washed her, did face masks, and arranged her hair
Despite this, he felt unsatisfied, because love is not easy
He wore a hole in the heart, which he could not clog
Neighbours complained that the flat stinks
He explained that he’s practicing oriental foods
There was a stench of the corpse all around the house after all
But how could this old sclerotic woman know about that?
On Saturday, at dinner, he fell to his knees in front of her
"Marry me," he said, "you'll never be alone"
Comedy-drama, imagine this scene
Some retard just asked for the hand of a corpse (hehe)
Because I'll burst, she was close to his heart
Showing pictures he told her stories from his childhood
He always spoke filth every time he caressed her
He liked to feel the coolness of her dead breast in his mouth
In this sad tale, death has the role of a matchmaker
He dressed his dead mistress in his mother's wedding dress
He scattered rose petals on the floor and bed
Then he jumped into an old suit with a top hat and a bowtie
The room was stuffy as he painted her eyelashes
In the background, Barry White - "Oh What a Night For Dancing" was on
He knew that he will miss her, their love is poisoned
Incorrigible romantic bestowed affection upon a corpse
Heat accelerated the decay, but he was unutterably tough
Although fat larvae crawled out from all of her holes
White-yellow colour of a dead bride
In the boring life of her lover, it accounted for a solace
In his heart burned a fire, he took off the veil from her face
With tears in his eyes he said that love is their hope
People will not understand us, people are cruel
He stripped her naked so as not to stain her dress
Moved her into the kitchen, placed her on the table
And with the perfection of a surgeon cut her slimy belly in half
Slowly as a tortoise started eating viscera
He got entangled in the guts like the roots of a tree
Deviant in love dabbled in her guts
Death of a loved one is a timeless loss
He wept for another moment, parting is saddening him
With a strong pull he wrenched her lungs from her chest
Deceased muse watches as her dear
Deprives her of four limbs with the help of a saw
Purple veins and rotting stench of flesh
Did not hinder him in eating his chosen ones heart
The same day he bought a jar of formalin
Separated head from the shoulders, while whistling as the nightingale
He placed the memory of his Goddess on the bedside table
So that she wold stay with him till the end of his life
He threw the blue skin with bone offal into the furnace
He only cut out the ravens, which she wore on her back
Like a candle burnt the remains of their romance
He observed the fire in its destructive dance
At the end of the story he brought an old camera
Holding her head in a jar, he turned on the self-timer
Couple in love, which no one has seen any more of
Only the inscription was left "love forever" under their photo...