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