Hands will claw, nails dig in, jagged like a saw, wails ringing. Scrapped and raw, puss dripping, stay where you are, barely breathing. Bitten and chewed, tossed to the ground, beaten and abused, near death now. Fed to teeth, that crave meat, bled to eat, life is sweet.
Death will come for you
Disemboweled, while preying, intestines pulled, bile seeping. You should have known, you’re worthless, instead you’ll drown, in your own shit. Crowds gather, to join in, but I’d rather, enjoy it. Skin your eyes, with razor blades, take my time and make you beg.
Try to run, Tendons gone, fall to knees, crawl and bleed. Tattered seams, not on jeans, on the skin and everything. Watch your mouth, pay your dues, watch yourself, split in two. Crimson stains, bits of brain, you’ve been slain, now decay. Rotting is your use, not like before, you have to: Decompose, mold and brew, an all to common part of you.
Death will come for you
Off your steed, to die alone, you are weak, brittle bones. You deserve, so much worse, I hope there’s a hell, so you’ll burn. You’ll still feel, fermenting, this is real, cleansed by pain. Lakes of sulfur boiling flesh, makes me wonder, why you’re not in it.