Blood splashed walls
Maggots start to fall to the floor
Festered open sores in my chest
Tortured infant flesh
Childrens screams are all spewing forth....
In my wet dreams
A heaping mound of dripping chunks
Wading through the bloody sludge
Buried deep in the quivering mass
Bathing in a feces bath
I can't believe the way it feels
As soft slowly flesh is peeled
The distant sound of childrens sreams
Are all spewing forth....
In my wet dreams
Dripping ichor from dismembered limbs
Pools of blood in which chunks of flesh swim
Organs are bulging from an open gut wound
The stench of a freshly desecrated tomb
Open sores rank with disease and germs
All seem to me to be....
Like the beauty of a dead worm
