Spectrophilia

When she draws her last breath
I will refuse to let her rest
Her body out of the tomb
I will lift both our souls condemned,
so that I can kiss her one final time.

I will devour her undead breast,
all blood, all flesh,
all sleepless and hungry
like the nights we spent together.

If she is dead, I will joyfully die then too
to touch her once again
in hell
forever.