MACABRE AND GROTESQUE

It is a thrill no one can fathom

Dreadful.

Horrific.

Ecstatic.

Filling my indulgence no one can fathom

Devouring her flesh

Quenching my thirst with her blood

Lusting on her corpse.

Screams of madness no one can fathom

My machine pulling off her head, arms and limbs

Peeling the very skin of her pallid face

A tranquility inside her once casket.

What is the essence of this adrenalin rush?

Who thrusts me into this undefined insanity?

Who had whispered blood lust onto my very ears?

Who gave me this toil of vanity and faire?

Who brought me here in front of the Damned’s door?

It is her.

It is her who seeks thrill no one can fathom

Filling her indulgence no one can fathom

And screaming for madness no one can fathom

Onto me, onto my very whole.

It is her who have done these macabre and grotesque

Onto me, onto my very whole.