Gross Abuse

Switchblade slides into the skull

Brain seeps out onto the floor

Skin infection creating sores, violent killing, I need gore

Want your blood, it's not enough

I want your blood

It's not enough

Churning, dissolving

Burning in my guts

Pressure builds inside your head, explodes into a bloody mess

Fecal matter coats the room just like how I want it to

Take a peek inside my brain, and you'll see my lust for pain

You are lost, I am death, I will draw your last breath

Will to stay alive, weaker than

My will to let you die, my little trophy prize

Hung on the wall, excavated skull

Gleaming on the table as my bowl