Bordello For The Dead

Labyrinthe

The stench of death fills the air
 Vile discrepentcies lay lifeless all around me
 I crave thier rotten flesh and sunken hollowed eyes
 their mortal holes were created for my plunder
 I must feel liberated in thier defication
 Another absent corpse my urges will consume

 Whores lay wasted, maggots laced inside thier lungs
 My waiting hour is finally at hand

 Seperating their limbs from each other
 penetration without lubercation
 these hallow walls hold all my secrets
 while I feast upon the dead

 Blood covers my waist 
 as I force feed their cunt my lust
 purification in the guilt excurding from my joy
 I want to rip every orfice from recongition

 leaving their entrails but a memory
 the walls are tarnished with abandonment
 No one will ever fucking hear a murmur
 Death's cold damned silence is pure bliss

 my blood soaked skin has never felt this clean
 The wandered stares within my victims eyes 
 were left to rot 
 Shoving dollar bills down her mutilated throat

 The deed is done with no remorse for the dead
 I left their carcass drenched and wanting more
 Purging their open wounds 
 with my wasted human seed