Under the Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh
Rot my lust for decayed corpses
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