Gutted

A tale of the deranged, this savage brutal being
A shocking way of life living on human offspring
Murder of the innocent
His pale grey face, expressionless
Horrid dismemberment.

One person's torture is another's pleasure
Malformation, a diseased brain.

Unsuspecting, slowly dying, as his knife invades the child
Screams of pain, no one hears, blood splotches now appear
Ecstasy through each cut, now the body twitches
The gutted little torso ready to be cooked.

Isolated in his own mind
The need to kill now possesses
His body self-mutilated.

Between killings, ejaculation
Cut off appendages of former victims
Sexual violence satisfaction
Disembodied corpses, spewing gore
On his body, soaked with their fluids
Various digestive parts and assorted meats.

Plunging his fist down the throat
Ripping out the guts, internal extraction.

The entire body bleeding, the heart stops pumping
The child lying dead, just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite
Killing to release pure souls to the heavens
Justification of his killing
Self-torture, stiffening pain
He sees the faces of the dead
Guts are strewn from the children
Splintered bones, poke through skin
Gratification through castration
Roasting parts for consumption.