200 Stab Wounds
Expirated Spatter
Adorned in skulls
He screams but no one answers the calls
Soon he'll be one of us
Harvesting innocent blood
Deep underground, we'll never be found
Buckets overflowing, not ever slowing
It drips from their veins
He doesn't assist
In the oceans of pink mist
He's repulsed by what he sees
He didn't want to help
So I peeled off his scalp
Peeling, torture
Killing, I need more
Rupture, exploding
Carcasses eroding
Eating entrails
Exposing my sick tales
A lifetimе you've lived
None of it mеans shit