Flesh starts to rip, gouging through skin From the throat blood gushes Glandular eruption, blistered skin secretion Internal punctures, blood regurgitation
Visions of the future Premonition of the evil, forthcoming eve of darkness The chosen one will come Eyes torn out bodies cut in half Twisted corpses
Suffering, my only need now is to hang The rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine I knew I would
