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.