Invoking the Grotesque

I collect them one by one,
hunting them down like fucking vermin,
the final hours of their life will be disturbing.

Drugging and fucking them while they are still fresh.
They awaken feeling degraded as they begin to realize I have raped them.
In darkness I feel safe, a decrepit and contorted state of mind.
Am I insane? Sickening voices inside my head lead me blind.

I scream in their face, punch and kick the fuck out of them.
Stuffing blunt knives into their joints,
soft tissue damage, ruptured discs severed and torn.
Spine misaligned nerves pinch,
sickening pain making them twitch.

Some pussy decides to scream,
I make an example out of this weak cunt,
smashing out his teeth with my hammer.
Turn it around and rip off his bottom jaw with the claw.
Letting out my frustration, hammer mutilation.

I want to torture them more but my anger has gotten the best of me,
I lift my fist and drive it into their fucking heads.
Watching pieces of bloodied skull explode,
loud deep thuds as skulls implode.

I continue to bludgeon their heads,
viciously bashing the already dead.