Bloodsplattered And Covered In Entrails:
twisting my scalpel, I gouge out your eyes,
tearing at the tissue beneath
i cannot conceive the excruciating agony
that I have fucking given to you
your lacerations discharge plasma that just intices me more
I burrow my claws deeper into your anatomy
discarding that which cannot be consumed
you struggle at the image of my tools
but do not be alarmed my darling
screaming wont help you after i tear out your throat
it only erects me more to see your limbs still moving.
inch by inch I lash your gut
untill I finally climax
you're bound by wire bitch, where do you expect to go?
i've already climaxed over your hollow gut.
screaming wont help you after i tear out your throat
it only erects me more to see your limbs still moving.
inch by inch I lash your gut
untill I finally climax
you're bound by wire bitch, where do you expect to go?
The Premature Entombment Of Emily Monroe:
your chest still pulses after my savage thrashing
violent discharges of blood from every possible oriface
fuck you, i'll mutilitate your face beyond recognition
and soon you shall see a different shade of crimson.
a blood red shield over your unfuckable face.
Bitch You're not dead yet, i'll leave that to time, and the fucking rats.
you can claw at the surface,
nothing is going to save you from this untimely grave
I cover up your casket with cold wet dirt,
you had better get used to the stench,
of your own rotting flesh,
I am your executioner, I am death
I layed you to rest, and now you rot bitch.
a sewn smile on your lips
you can't scream, you can't screech
you have inches of death looming over
how do you like articulo mortis?
the thought of your squirming does me pleasure
how you struggle to get free
nothing is going to save you from this untimely grave
