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Foul smell from my room

The bodies pile up under my bed

The manifestation of evil I am what I despise

Sick disturbed failure - I am sorry for what I've done

My world is a dead one - a lonely, silent dark cold soul my horrific desires feed my need to kill and control

Dismembered and fondled - I feel empty inside without them

Opening the coffins of the dead, the tombs of the deceased

Hold the dead and caress its pale shell,

consume its insides

To manifest in me what should never be,

Taste what was alive

As I hack I jack and devour the soul inside

Eating skin a month old, carcasses though decomposed

Fulfill by need for flesh

I'm alive but dead inside myself

Stab and violate female genitalia

Lacerate the deceased

The dead are my obsession