Desecrated-Decapitated (A Hymn to Monica D.)

Growing erection caressing her pale and

shaking patterns of skin

Held down to the ground, vaginal tunnel

wide open, blood pumping

Gagged by filthy and reeking hands,

vomitous, disgorging between

Fingers of her murderer, fist pulverising

jaw, disfigured and crying

Removed from the scene of crime, blood

and remants removed by the rain

Buried in an unmarked grave, headless

with her head between her tits

"Kill me, please, just kill me"

Desecrated...

Decapitated...

In the next room, blood covered the

walls and ceiling

Three female bodies with hooks impaling

their throats

Hanging from rusty chains, their bodies

showed signs of bitemarks

And inside the wounds, old semen and

maggots festering

Down in the cellar, bodies buried inside

the walls

Stench was hideous, bloody handprints

on the cement walls

Here some of the sickest things, took

place, his intercourses

Rotting carcass, chopped up bodies,

meathook penetrating flesh...

Exhuming bowels...

Decaying torsos...

The murderer...

Nowhere to be found