ritual mutilation
each worse than before
my reason to exist
blaspheme in endless gore
perversion fueled in lust
carried out at will
dominating urge
through the eyes of the dead
I kill
skinned alive
now left to rot
flesh consumed
with vomitous bloodclots
like a fulci nightmare
twisted and grotesque
take my hand
the touch of death
through the eyes of the dead I kill
inhuman beast
regurgitating laughter
as I choke on bile
consumation of the dead
god forsaken necrophile