The Shrine of Dahmer

Morbid fascination with dissection
Staring at a mass of guts, fantasy becomes a need
For human flesh. Dreams of autopsy, surgery
Flowing blood. Bring death to life

Victims drugged and battered, strangled dead
Bodies dragged to the cutting table
Skins removed and gutted

Fornication with the headless torsos of the dead
Ejaculating into entrails
Aroused by the smell of death and festering
Flesh and insides
Eating chunks of the butchered victims hide
Dignity is stripped as their body is
Lying in a broken mess, fucked and defiled

Hot acid poured in their skulls
Acid burns neural paths
Grey matter a dripping mass

Genitals hacked off with a kitchen knife
Limbs dissolve in the acid bath
A bubbling vat of carnage

Mutilation carving off the muscle from the bones
Fucks the pile of steaming organs
He keeps their severed heads as souvenirs of his rampage

Box of dicks he keeps beside his bed
Voices screaming, justifying. Build me a shrine

Zombie slaves, brain dead serfs to the will of the cannibal killer
Open up his head, gore is sickening
Feasting on his brain while he masturbates upon his corpse

Necrophagia, gorging on dead flesh
Digesting the corpses of the slain. Go

Handheld drill lobotomy
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Necrophagia, gorging on dead flesh



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Writer(s): Phil Tolfree
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