You're mine,
were blatant with your kind,
i have paid, i'm taken
Devouring my last rites,
without thoughts of changing,
to have
Greenish discoloration of the abdominal wall,
odour of putrefaction is noticeab
Degradation, i don't want your,
rhinoplasty, i don't need you,
It is febuary 1998,
with too many mindless bodies,
walking the
Always living on the line of what you think is
Arms, legs, feet, hands all limbs are gone,
flesh torn
Torn, apart, her face,
ripped from her fleshy skull,
her scalp,
The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few
and
Slit down from the thorax, to free all,
the gas that
