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