my spear bathing in you blood, in your rectum 

crushing spinal columns, impaling the lungs 

the base of your neck cracks, your brains scatter 

blood spewing, horrifying wound 



deaden 

grotesque impalement 

vile offering on a stick 

smashed, torn and mangled 



molested and abused 



decomposture 

covered with purulent sores 

bathing in pus 

decayed flesh, rotting organs 



bloodsoaked appeal, carnal infest 

maggots consume, devour the insides 



I will soon kill again, maybe it will be someone you love