Exhumed defiled forgotten
Inanimate organic $#&@doll
Severly bloated rotten

Sexual deviant screwball
Grotesque to the eyes
And cold to the touch

Afterlife sacrifice
Insignificant yet so much


No more thrills in corpses
No more pleasures there
Fresh specimens required

!#@! to the smell of fear

Victims come easy

No challenge in that
They smell so much fresher
And their blood feels so hot


Lust metamorphosis
No aching crotch

Live for the kill
Kill to come
Come to die

The dead are legends
Stories of me
More horrid than ever

They set me free

Tale becomes rumor

And gives life to me