Blood splashed walls Maggots start to fall to the floor Festered open sores in my chest Tortured infant flesh Childrens screams are all spewing forth.... In my wet dreams
A heaping mound of dripping chunks Wading through the bloody sludge Buried deep in the quivering mass Bathing in a feces bath I can't believe the way it feels As soft slowly flesh is peeled The distant sound of childrens sreams Are all spewing forth.... In my wet dreams
Dripping ichor from dismembered limbs Pools of blood in which chunks of flesh swim Organs are bulging from an open gut wound The stench of a freshly desecrated tomb Open sores rank with disease and germs All seem to me to be.... Like the beauty of a dead worm
