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