Under The Rotted Flesh

Under the flesh: rot
My lust for decayed corpses
Dead bodies exhumed
Their coldness induces me.

Endless defilement
Reoccurring relapses
Perverse with the dead
Soon I will kill for myself
Impending suffering
Spasms shooting through me
Nauseation
A cannibalistic necrophile.

Violating the body
Putrefied, moldering
Gorging on the rotted flesh
Cutting off the body's head
Drinking from its severed neck
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 investment
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 wretched
No one cares of their dead
Appalling odor wreaking
Piles of rotted bodies.

The bodies prepared for slaughter
Wallowing in your own blood
Grinding off 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.