Under The Rotted Flesh

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