Fortuitous Bloodshed
Blessed Slaughter
Staring through unmeasured chains of pain
Pestilence lives, driving me to psychotic state
I feel the crowd, squeezed guts
In their beings I'll find a place for my aberrations
Ghoulish thoughts, atrocity flows
Anxiety to kill immigrates in me
Sadist wrath, morbid mind
Waiting to defile all the hordes behind
A fortuitous bloodshed by me
Soaked in blood, their plasma runs
A severe decay arrives to my head
Their avulsed flesh is feeding my brain
I'm tasting a nightmare, or, Is it my deviated reality?
Unconscious behavior, disturbed environment
A dark side of me, on dead bodies grows
Soaked in blood, their plasma runs
A severe decay arrives to my head
Their avulsed flesh is feeding my brain
I'm tasting a nightmare, or, Is it my deviated reality?
A downward spiral is drawing my fate
Their wretched anatomies infested by wrench
Intestinal affair moistening my calf
Infernal detritus, I'm going insane
Brutalized corpses in my hands
Unlimited madness in their bones I unload
Masses of stiffs in decadence
The hunger increases
Post mortem mutilation flirts with me
I become a recollector of clits and rotten tits
These soft skins are making me horny
With their purulent smell
Masturbate, Lacerate, Ejaculate.
Recovering my sense
Still perceive the filth emanating from the streets
Mass of corpses split wide open
Dying whores spilling blood
In a peaceful place I remain, total sin washed in
Another slaughter done, my lucid interval returned.