Deliberate Carnage

Exhumed defiled forgotten

Inanimate organic fuckdoll

Severly bloated rotten

Sexual deviant screwball

Grotesque to the eyes

And cold to the touch

Afterlife sacrifice

Insignificant yet so much

No more thrills in corpses

No more pleasures there

Fresh specimens required

Orgasm to the smell of fear

Victims come easy

No challenge in that

They smell so much fresher

And their blood feels so hot

Lust metamorphosis

No aching crotch

Live for the kill

Kill to come

Come to die

The dead are legends

Stories of me

More horrid than ever

They set me free

Tale becomes rumor

And gives life to me