Gorging On Blood And Secretions کے بول

The corpse lay here, just near my bed Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled. Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess. A liquid runs from the eyes. I delight in these secretions. Pus mixed with blood. I have to crush the cranium. From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same. The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour. It makes me feel real. The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation. Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place. I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time. In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one. I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...