A Shameful Glare

they aren't even cold and you are molesting their corpses
it's inconceivable that you imagined yourself their caretaker
and now the only comfort they could have
is the warmth of the cum on the tip of your deepest compassion
shunned of emotion in life
showered with your tacky spiders crawling up and down
their barely completed death throes
spotted with the baptism of your saliva
and shamed shamed shamed
solely by your detestable eyes