Brutally Butchered Carcass
Decay
My spear bathing in you blood, in your rectum Crushing spinal columns, impaling the lungs The base of your neck cracks, your brains scatter Blood spewing, horrifying wound Deaden Grotesque impalement Vile offering on a stick Smashed, torn and mangled Molested and abused Decomposture Covered with purulent sores Bathing in pus Decayed flesh, rotting organs Bloodsoaked appeal, carnal infest Maggots consume, devour the insides I will soon kill again, maybe it will be someone you love