The Perverse

Open wounds are slow to heal
In life the body withers more than in the grave
Living in your coffin, youre entombed
The blood it spews, pus does ooze
Insects reduce you, they consume!

The perverse

My motivation to kill, the inner need
A longing for your screams
Beating heart, pumping filth and sewage
To a brain unused dead and rigid
Living in your coffin, youre entombed
The blood it spews, pus does ooze
Insects reduce you, they consume!

The perverse

My motivation to kill, the inner need
A longing for your your blood and your screams