Excuse the poor traduction, the original is in Spanish, I just rediscover it in my notes

'That little girl I once knew, that smile that once touched me now was only a mirage in the desert that was her, a true living dead.

Those lips that were offered to me now were worth nothing, she returned to me desperate, her perfume smelled of filth and her makeup did not hide her gloomy being.

That innocence had been desecrated endless times in the second that i blinked, that smile was nothing but hypocrisy, like the good aspect of a dead man in his coffin, i was watching years of decline before me.

Her fragrance flooded my senses, she was decomposing before me, she belonged to all the men that once possessed her, she belonged to all but me, how pathetic, but still kissed those putrid lips that returned looking for the past, necrophilia."