OCDIt hurt it really doesIt makes it hard to touch youIt makes me scared to touch youOr anything else for that matterIt use to be no big dealBack when dirt was my only fearBut now it's everythingEverything is dirty!I want to wear my mask and glovesThey make me feel saveI want...No I need to wash my hand!I need everything dirty to just go away!But if I fall back into my old habits then...Then what will you say when my hands bleedFrom all the washingWhen I smell like rubbing alcoholFrom all my disinfectingWhat would you say if I asked you to stop touching me?Because all of this hurtsAll of my friends touch meAnd I don't want them toI don't like being touchIt's dirtyBut would that push them all away?
BiastophiliaShe said noOver an over againThat sweet bodyThat belongs to the girlWith golden blonde curlsI love the way she screamsThe way she kickAnd fights meBlue eyes filled with tearsOh how you cryRuining you pretty make upBite your lipDeal with the painBecause it only gets worse from here
NecrophiliaHer cold and lifeless bodyShe was once so very prettySo sweet and kindMy beautiful wifeShe goneBut I need on last kiss One last embrace Before I never see...Her loving face againHer funeral was yesterdayHer bodies not even her anymoreStuffed with fake thingsBut it still looksAnd feels like herIt all feels like herIt's still her!It has to be!Otherwise I wouldn't be doing thisI wouldn't have dug her outI wouldn't have her necked body in front of my now
SomnophiliaShe looks so very peacefulSo lovely when she sleepsAlmost like a sleeping beautyThe way her blanket carelesslyWraps her bodyShow of skinAnd vulnerableHow sweetHow pureOne little kiss can't hurtRight?Her lips so softNo fightingNo refusal One moreSweetJust one moreOne more is all I needAfter all those one moresAs my sleeping beauty lays in my armsI can't help but thinkWill she forgive me?I can't help but be thankfulThat she's a deep sleeperSo maybe she won't know to be mad at me
ChoronphiliaThat sweet little girlLook at the way she runsSo very carelessHer mini-skirt showing just the right viewDoesn't she know?She's showing me her pantiesHer shirt perfectly baggyWhen she bends overShe flashes a flat chestWhat a intoxicating six year oldThe beautiful views I haveAt your neighborhood park
AutassassinophiliaI love the way you push my hands awayThe way I know you want itTo say you didn't blackout without a fightWhen you first told me to choke youI was scared What if I hurt my beloved?But now I love it I love watching you chokeNothing gets me moreThey way you claw at my handsUnder my weightYour life in my handsI could take it if I wanted toYou're lucky I love you