Bleeding wounds never clot. Even after death. Murdered dead look on from beyond. Never to return. . No way back at all. Trapped. Between life and death.
Torsos hang from their own intestines. Raped of all bodily extentions, stumps wreathing in a sludge. Like infection. Suffering through a Rancid amputation.
Evil people with evil minds. Slaughter their victims with ripping knives. They should be caught and put to death. Strapped to the chair, they should die there.
Temptation to kill again. The sensation comes over me. An addiction to murdering. I can't stop killing. . You tried to stop me. Dead, before you started.
Suffering my only need now is to hang. the rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling. Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine. I knew I would enjoy death more than life.
I was once a man before I transformed. Into this molester, freshly deceased children. You have born, torn by my rape. The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse.
Lying on the table dead. Coroner. Completes his task. . Examining the wretched stiff. Suicide. The likely cause. . Behind closed doors the change. Begins.
Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate. Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat. Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed. Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green.
Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones. And necks, pierced together from dead tissue. Body parts crudely sewn,. face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket.
Rotting alive. Tearing my way through the meat. Driven to kill, my brain twitching for guts. Devoted to evil. Severed arteries gush. Hungry for the blood.
Swollen with liquid. Ready to burst. A load of my lymph. Will quench this dead bosy's thirst. One month in the grave. Twisted and half decayed. She turned a putrid yellow.
Trying to conceal his murders the. Maniac. Stabs the heart. Stops the flow. Cleaning up the blood's a problem he. Now solves. Hooks through heels. Hung and bled.
Monstrous. My thoughts. Revolting visions, carnage. Bloodbath. My dream. Gore soaked. My hands. Hallucination, or real. I wield. The blade. . Grotesque... mind... grotesque.
A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being. A shocking way of life living on human offspring. Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless.
Fucked with a knife. .. no escape from your fate. destined to be mine. every night i wait to see. in the dark, watching. stalking your every move. i know when you're all alone.
Flesh starts to rip. Gouging through skin. From the throat. Blood gushes. Glandular eruption. Blistered skin secretion. Internal punctures. Blood regurgitation.
Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied. I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony. Eyes in the darkness. Echoing their madness. . The sights that have passed before them.
Wheeled in on a cart, lying dormant not dead. Hospital of immortality, butcher their patients bloody red. Taken to a dark room, fear of impeding doom.
Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs. Blood thirsty. Ungodly. Passing on my curse, the spell pussing gores. Of those I infect become my loyal servants.
Vicious thoughts will overpower. His virulent mind explodes. Unable to suppress the madness. He can't contain this inner pain. Compelled to. . Lacerate.