Post Traumatic Mutilation

Entranced by the sight, a sanguine pile of flesh
Enticed by the thought of death, the power I possess
Slicing up the body, as I smell the decay
Relishing in my handiwork, admiring the display

Psyche distorted, I will destroy with no remorse
Beaten to a pulp, the power I feel when I take their lives
Hang you by your wrists, masturbating to your organs
Homicidal fuck, I see the shellshock in your eyes

Fucking your rotting remains, rubbing my dick on the meat
Forced to the ground, your entrails spilled out, for me a carcass feast
Bloody and screaming, traumatized by my act
Unable to move, to resist or to flail, your body I'll continue to hack

Psyche distorted, I will destroy with no restraint
Beaten to a pulp, the power I feel when I slice their throats
Hang you by your wrists, fucking your guts and slicing your organs
Homicidal fuck, I see the shellshock in your eyes

The bones, all that's left
Masticating, slurping marrow
My deeds, now finished
As I crawl back into the crypt

Stiff and cold, I lay in my coffin
Preparing for my next attack
I salivate for my prey
As I'm laid to rest