Bordello For The Dead

The stench of death fills the air

Vile discrepentcies lay lifeless all around me

I crave thier rotten flesh and sunken hollowed eyes

Their mortal holes were created for my plunder

I must feel liberated in thier defication

Another absent corpse my urges will consume

Whores lay wasted, maggots laced inside thier lungs

My waiting hour is finally at hand

Seperating their limbs from each other

Penetration without lubercation

These hallow walls hold all my secrets

While I feast upon the dead

Blood covers my waist

As I force feed their cunt my lust

Purification in the guilt excurding from my joy

I want to rip every orfice from recongition

Leaving their entrails but a memory

The walls are tarnished with abandonment

No one will ever fucking hear a murmur

Death's cold damned silence is pure bliss

My blood soaked skin has never felt this clean

The wandered stares within my victims eyes were left to rot

Shoving dollar bills down her mutilated throat

The deed is done with no remorse for the dead

I left their carcass drenched and wanting more

Purging their open wounds

With my wasted human seed