Gross Abuse

Switch blade slides into the skull
Brain seeps out onto the floor
Skin infection creating sores
Violent killing, I need gore
I want your blood, it's not enough
I want your blood, it's not enough
Churning, dissolving
Burning, in my guts
Pressure builds inside your head
Explodes into a bloody mess
Fecal matter coats the room
Just like how I want it to
Take a peek inside my brain
And you'll see my lust for pain
You are lost, I am death
I will draw your last breath
My will to stay alive is weaker than my will to let you die, my little trophy prize
Hung on the wall, the excavated skull
Gleaming on the table as my bowl"