Under the Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh: rot

My lust for decayed corpses

Dead bodies exhumed

Their coldness induces me

Endless defilement,

Reoccurring relapses,

Perverse with the dead,

Soon I will kill for myself

Impending suffering,

Spasms shooting through me

Nauseation

A cannibalistic necrophile

Violating the body,

Putrefied, moldering,

Gorging on the rotted flesh

Cutting off the body's head

Drinking from its severed neck

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 investment

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 wretched,

No one cares of their dead

Appalling odor wreaking,

Piles of rotted bodies

The bodies prepared for slaughter,

Wallowing in your own blood

Grinding off 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