Corpus Maleficus

In the death of an enlightened mind perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality
While harvesting genetic materials the skinned and departed compose their songs of the lifeless
As the blade gently divides my scalp from cranium
Their symphony guides towards continuation of interminable suffering
Comforting hands and velvet voices are now serving as vital muse
And lead me to rectification to help my cold and shapeless body find its sleep
For I have watched my disfigured remains being fed to the pigs
Shut my eyes and make me sleep
The disgrace and injustice done to the insignificant critter that once was me
I Shall be revenged
For the murderer who has sliced my life away has given birth to an invisible enemy
I shall be revenged
In the light of a darkened mind perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality
In the search of a peace of mind a vicious apparition find his way to a savage haunting
Translating hate
Translate hate
The spectre of violence I am
Only his dead will be the messenger of tranquility and of silence
As I slither towards the target to absorb his precious life
Manifesting in its cerebellum and dominate its intellect
Vigorous actions pleasure and warm my bloodless heart with the burden of this imminent casualty
Translating hate
For I shall be revenged
The strings of the puppet in my rigid hands
Untouchable, controlled by a miscreant
He is led to the edge of his presence
To his final breath
In the blackness of an inhibited mind random thoughts of suicide find their way to realization
Performing a one man show
Fatal therefore successful
I can now lay my eyes to rest