Involuntary Suicide - Putrid Pile

Suicide is for the weak

That’s why I chose this way for you to die

You don’t want

Me to be

Your killer

Your suffering would be what nightmares are made of

Tied up to my cross of death

Your hands free to cut your own wrists

Bleed out

Put on a morbid display for me

Front row to the show you see

Threats to rid yourself from the world

Have finally become reality

Put on a morbid display for me

Front row to the show you see

Threats to rid yourself from the world

Have finally become reality

Surprise

Before you die

Blunt force trauma to your skull

I bet you didn’t see that coming

The most important home run of my life

Shit and piss splat on the floor

Expiration finally occurs

Time to bind your arms to the cross

Brutally tenderized

How will I keep from cumming?

The urge to see your guts

Infects my being

I can’t hold back any longer

Hastily disemboweling your soulless carcass

Wrap the intestine 'round my neck (teradayctles)

Stroking the innards on my cock

Ecstasy, reality

Phallus thick, about to burst

It vomits cum repeatedly

Look at what you made me do

I’ve gone and dirtied my basement floor

You were nothing without me

A speck of dust is floating aimlessly in the wind

Sickening

Feeling

Vomit forth

Adrenaline

Trembling

Death is here