Flames of hell de Chaos With

I was going for help
at the moment of inspiration
a new kind of necrophilia
self
I looked over the accident
your face bashed against the windshield
blood everywhere
It was so hot
I peeled your head from the glass, then went off to get the camera
It was so hot
I shoved my fat ass between your chest and the steering wheel
ran my tongue over your bruised and bleeding cheek
It was so hot
I can't say what else i did because there's a such thing as censorship
Fuck politics