Necrophelia

You cannot make love to a dead body

You cannot whisper sweet nothings to it,

You cannot adorn it with jewels and affection and beautiful things

It's the law of conservation of matter

You cannot create love where there is none

You cannot make something out of nothing.

It's a dead body

It cannot say yes so it says no.

There are no words to describe it's thoughts in death

As it watches it's body endure the pain you inflict from afar.

Even in another dimension you can hear her screams and pleads.

Let me rest in peace.