Sordid Lord

Sordid lord alone in his lodging
Sits atop his oaken throne
Contemplating the status of his victims
Of whom are writhing in captivity

Partially mutilated or dismembered mammals
Locked away individually
Precious specimens of gross experimentation
Subjugated to depravity

Meticulous incision is the modus operandi
Incise the flesh to reveal the organs
Epidermis, dermis, hypodermis, through the muscle
Excavation of sumptuous fucking morsels

Incisions of flesh
Removal of nonessential organs
Blood lubricates
The lord's licentious activities

Blood lubricates the lord's licentious activities

Restrained upon a wooden operating table
Crude as the blunt utensils
An eyeless tongueless victim lies in want
Of hope, pride, and dignity
Stripped of clothing and humanity
He convulses as the blade splits

The spleen, the eyes, the tongue, the colon
The Sordid Lord shall fuck them all
Appendix, a lung, a kidney, and more
A smorgasbord of psychotic orgasms
A smorgasbord of psychotic orgasms

Inexplicable agony
Left bereft in the solitude of suffering
Bequeathed with bereavement
Ineffable paroxysm inflicted
Pleas and screams Go unheard
Salvation usurped by the sick
Sorrow incurred by the servants to sadism