Flesh Collector

I HANG BOLTED UPON THE WALL OF PAIN NAILED LIKE A TROPHY HEAD GUTTED AND OBSCENELY SPREAD FLESH COLLECTOR HE´S THE GUTTER OF THE DEAD A CREATURE CORRUPTED GUT THE BEST OF ME NOW LICKING THE WOUNDS FROM WHICH I BLEED RIPPING MYSELF LOOSE FROM THE NAILS THAT HOLD ME STEEL AND RUST LEAVING MY BATTERED FLESH CRAWLING TOWARDS THE EXIT ONLY TO REALIZE I´M SUBMERGED IN A CELLAR DEVOID OF ALL ESCAPE AND HERE I LAY GUTTED AWAITING THE END TO BE A PART OF A COLLECTION I WANTED TO BE MY OWN