Bloody Art of Postmortem Sex

Devoured by his own psiche…
His victim saw the hell through the young sadist
He wanted to see the pain through the girl he loved
She was crying scared, as he started his game
The girl screamed while he was cutting her breast
As the blood spurted and flowed
Bloody art of postmortem sex
The boy began to quarter his victim
She was waiting in agony for her death
Her pain fitted boy’s lust
In front of him a skinned corpse
Tied by th wrists at a butcher’s hook
On the floor a sea of blood and flsh
The flesh he loved
The flesh that detached him from the girl
In front of him a skinned corpse
Tied by the wrists at a butcher’s hook
Bloody art of postmortem sex
Devoured by his own psiche…
His victim saw the hell through the young sadist
He wanted to see the pain through that girl
He took her skinned face and wore it as a mask…
Now her beauty would have been of his forever