Tomb of the Mutilated

Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting My semen is bleeding The sm

I was once a man before I transformed Into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick th

Something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Viol

Tearing at my neck my sharpened teeth pierce the meat My warm bloodied prey sustains my life for one more day The oldest of souls, left behind after life Before death I was nothing but human Indulgence in the blood, intoxicated from its drug It warms

Suffering my only need now is to hang The rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine I knew I would enjoy death more than life My lids close tight, but the light blinds my eyes Watching over my dead