Impure Divinity

as i face the night

i find myself grasping toward feelings

i thought had passed

until we crossed paths

now i can't help but imagine

your corpse dressed in flowers and thorns

i long to see you helpless tortured

blood draining on the floor

tightly fastened to the table

as i feast away at your flesh

as you're screaming in horror

my darling you're trembling, be calm

it won't be much longer, i promise you

til this homemade injection makes you numb

and poralisys does set in

allowing this dismemberment to begin

so i may gratify my full spectrum of desire

so graceful i carve your skin

with this gleaming tool

of a doctors precision

i excoriate so i may wear

this beautiful mask of your face

you're drifting away now

are your final moments before death

the tranquilise droplets

of blood dripping on the floor

has nearly depleted from you

as you lay there watching

this unveiling of hidden truth

i sever your heart

from the gaping chest cavity

to obtain as a keep sake

as i face the night

your pale rigid corpse is

spread eagle below me

with a cold blank stare

my insemination of fulfillment

seeps through your still body

what a perfect portrayal of euphoria

a sadistic example of

a depravity so diabolical

oh this carnage behold

a perpetual fervor

to ravage and torture

this is pure divinity

as close to perfection as i have come

i cant help but feel more desire

for sanguinary rapture

enthralling my loins

an urge i require

left now are only sections

of your former self

i feel no remorse or compassion

for my vicious actions

under the floor boards you go

with the others i have adored