Rigor Mortified Grip

Rotten carcass fast descenting
A hollow shell stabbed through the core
Winds of hatred sweeps the room
As another victim hits the floor.

Blood has no limit
As i take your last breath
Cast into disfigurment
Welcome death
A twist of sanity obscure defeat
Obsessed with the inanimate
Procedure forced upon the death
Deranged and erect i penetrate
Hand that grasp the velvet rope.

In a rigor mortified grip
Eyes that glister dead distress
As semen meet the lip
The grip of man upholds.

Skin tihtens to the bone
Buckled kneels collapse again
Your narrow shadow fall in vain
Flesh rubbed in certain death
Sensen start to boil.

Euphoric state of arousement peaks.

You and i would up in a coil.