1. Consumption

Watching you take your last breath
Drawing from immoral circumstance...

When the love was gone, so was her life in my eyes
Episodes recurring, not of sound mind
Slave to my emotions, when she crossed the line
I knew it was only a matter of time...

Unprecented barbarity...

Random, heartless torture
Executed devoid of emotion
Dismember...

Skins, bones, fingers, teeth, prints
Sorted with precise detail
Collected for aduulation
Adoration of her living form
Forever...

Collected for aduulation
Adoration of her lifeless form...

Draining the blood, black as night
Paint myself, in the moonlight...

No way to express, no way to explain
After taking the first bite from
Her blackened heart...

Consume to be as one, we're now together
The final union, shall last forever...

In my dreams reliving forever...

Forever reliving in my dreams...

2. Cadaverous Sculptures Part 1 – Preparing For Display

Another cadaver rolls through the door
This one in better condition than the last
The incisions, I begin to explore
Finding new ways to facilitate longevity
Preparation to be put on display
Human donations turned into art exhibitions...

My hands, tools of re-creation
Making new life from expired ones
Life on display could not be more permanent
Appealing for generations to take witness...

Witnesses to my artistic explorations
A vast collection of specimens
A waiting lust of thousands more...

No peace in forever without final rest, eternally lost
Souls with obvious linkage to bodies
To be dragged along between exhibitions...

Subconscious imagery used in creating my art
Inspiration soaked in through my dreams...

Timeless, forever frozen...

Timeless, forever frozen in a plastinated state
Never to decompose, immortalized in polymers...

Immortalized...

3. Butcher Knife Phlebotomy

Dismemberment indescribable grotesque cadavers
Butchered remains expelling blood
Mutilated methodically...

Viewing the corpse, stumps, limbs
Pieces of the amputated
Nauseating lifeless victims...

Distorted in a vicious manner
Surgical experiments, deranged emotions
Misery becomes lust, then the pleasures rush...

Sacred massacre, delightfully aroused
Exquisite incisions performed
On the deceased with flawless precision...

With preparation complete
The phlebotomy of the protoplasm
May begin...

Ecstasy coursing through my veins...

4. The Ravenous Addicted

There it is, once again, that old familiar feeling
It's been quite some time since I've had those urges
In my mind, explicit memories of homicide
Homicide, the bleeding tragedies in my mind
Absolute horror inttensified
The fear that filled their dying eyes...

Ravenous addiction...

I often reminisce and the madness still controls me...

Some I would revive after hours of torture
And strangulation, only to kill them
And to watch them die
Nothing more beautiful
Than blood spilled on a naked body...

Slit the throats, yank the tongues, dangle
Blood gush, from the gaping slit...
Memories scrape through my mind
Like a razor through young flesh
Time stands still, I quiver in homicidal
Withdrawl...

Mortal decay, admiring preserved pieces
Driven by mayhem, dead foot fetish...

Sex slave bondage, some I would fuck to death
Bleeding to screaming, some I would fucking kill...

Jaundice, urine coloured corpses
Starved, malnourished...

Some consider mutilation a sickening erotic fanaticism
Let art imitate life, let life die violently...

I've come to the realization I can't stop killing
The dark world of addiction I can't escape

I've watched the innocent die, beg for their lives
The screams they stimulate me, the screams they sing to me...

Sometimes I visit gravesites
Of those I've fucking killed
Exhumed, documenting
The decomposed
Time stands still during murder
I dream of bloodshed
Through mayhem I meditate
Reinvent the torture killer...

I am the torture killer
I can't stop killer...

5. Cadaverous Sculptures Part 2 – Morbid Fixations

The reactions, varied and surprising
To what they see before them
To those who once were living
Now just heaps of plastic flesh
Some of them mortified
In deep thought about their lives
Some of them horrified
Wondering what brought them there...

All for their morbid obsession with death
Death and the thought of what will become of them...

Human remains in assorted positions, inflexible...

Emotionless, no longer breathing
Exoeriencing unearthly dimensions
Their eyes seem to connect to passers by
They almost seem to beg for their lives...

Aestetically unsightly
Beautifully encased in their plastic shells...

And so it begins again
One more from the list
Served up to fascinate...

With unusual potential
To engage our collective
Subconscious...

All for our morbid fixation with death...

6. Re-Animate

Observing the decomposed, still they pustulate
Postmortem surgery, morgue science, necrobutchery
Numerous attempts relust in failure
In re-animation...

Anatomical debauchery, revitalize the dead brain
Creating my own universe
A new world of a mind deranged...

Studying vicious holocaust experiments
Genus yet insane chemical combinations
Generating, embalming, bone chilling
Injecting, infecting, dead displays...

Often vomit of cadavers, in failure
Only brief awakenings, but never full re-animation...

Convulse, tremble and twitch
I feel their eyes staring at me...

The future of zombification...

Such a grotesque brilliance
Dahmeresque lobotomies
Abusing the dead, so hideous
Even in their after lives, they're suffering in agony...

Postmortem abortions
Rebirth of bloodsoaked fetuses
Subtle whimpers nauseate
An inkling of progress...

Observing the decomposed, still they pustulate
Postmortem surgery, morgue science, necrobutchery
Numerous attempts relust in failure
In re-animation...

7. Ripped, Chopped, Severed

Ripped... chopped... severed...

Bloodless heaps of flesh...

Sixty pieces of two bodies recovered
Scattered throughout the same area
Anonymous parts...

Collected for the ultimate puzzle
Murders for a human puzzle
Collected for the ultimate puzzle
Murders for a human puzzle

Lie unidentified...

Spattered from top to bottom
With human blood...

8. Ruthlessly Scissored

Entrenched in my domain
Reflecting on the collections I have made
Pondering when I will retrieve the missing piece
To complete the inner workings within my mind...

The memories of their screams are so intoxicating
As I sew their flesh together
Acid dissolves the bones
As they are discarded...

My artwork begins to take it's form
Although something is missing
The need for perfection is consuming me...

Then I hear it, the sound of my next victims
The look of horror in their eyes
And the stench of their fear
Is evident as they soon visualize
That the last thing they'll see and the last thing they'll hear
Will be the shrieks of their voice
And the look of bliss on my face
As I carve
I must have your flesh...

9. Exit Mortality

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