Stalking throughout the night. Secluded by the graves.
Exhuming rotted bodies. Decaying flesh I crave.
Feeding upon my own. A family now deceased.
Eating those I once loved. Feasting upon their limbs.
Bludgeoning, Amputating. The dead show no suffering.
Limbs sliced, Organs diced. The aroma stirs my mind.
Hacked and chopped, Mashed to a pulp. My mouth starts to foam.
Cursed death, Corpseflesh. I begin to choke.
Writhing in discomfort. a constriction from within.
Stale intoxication. Seeping through my skin.
Brief Hallucinations. Horrors from my past.
Psychotic violent visions. Haunting my bloodlust.
Abdominal Convulsions. My family wont digest.
Putrescent inflictions. Now they appetite for revenge.
My stomach muscles spasm. Their entrails recompose.
Internal asphyxiation. As the dead squeeze my throat.
Strangulation/Suffocation. The dead show me suffering.
Organs they grind/From the inside. My death will satisfy.
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