Under the Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh

Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed

Their coldness induces me endless defilement

Re-occurring 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

Moldering, 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 nourishment

Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying,

As their bowels let loose defecation flows down

My throat excremental ingestment

Reflections of things to come,

Mirrored 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 appalling

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