Cold Storage Fever

In the company of fellow carrion the deceased seem to come around

In the hidden realms of the morgue

Contained behind locked doors

My thoroughly sound-proofed cellar

contains abducted corpses by the bulk

In the v.i.p. room of the morgue,

an orgy of dry-frozen hulks

Refrigerate the stiffs

Minimize the decay

A collection of fresh playmates

for a better day

Degeneration kept at bay

Necrological lust denied

A certain virtuosity

until the time feels right

A pathological binge

A sub-zero soiree

Mingle in the festering crowds

as the festivities slowly mount

Stiff-limbed hedonism

An orgy of dry-frozen hulks

A pathological binge

A sub-zero soiree