Bludgeoned face.
Licking my fingers of decrepit funk.
My dear your face is so blank.
Where did you get those feelings.
Please don’t leave help me live.
Can’t control myself.
Dilated eyes. Pale white skin.
I’m laughing in your face.
Your skin entrenches me.
Now you’re ****ing dead
I can’t be certain your remains will be insured.
Beyond the grave is longer than you think.
I saw the first slut mangled in front of me.
Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task.
It wasn’t long before I found myself indulging.
Against my will I please myself once more.
Breathe.
****ing breathe.
I swear you’ll weep.
While I sew your cun+.
And now you rot…
"Articulo Mortis" Whitechapel
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In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.
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