Under the flesh

Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed



Their coldness induces me endless defilement,

re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself



Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation

A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied,

mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh



Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks

as I rip the corpse in half

Human shit for nurishment



Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying,

as their bowels let loose defecation flows down

my throat excremental injestment



Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead

one's eyes my fantasy of murder

Incarnated open wounds gushing,

blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched,

no one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies



The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood

Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat

I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash

her body used for my sick desires

The blood thirst I can't control

Many more must suffer

Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel

The gore enrages me

All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart

Liver quivering at my feet



Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment,

cutting through arteries nerves exposed

Feel the power of pain