Necroneat-O - Putrid Pile

Feelings for your kind nonexistant

Wreched vomit gutter scum

I won’t stop i just couldn’t stop my murderous rampage

Hatred spews from deep within

I need to feel your guts on me

My loins tingle with the need

My precision with a scalpel reigns supreme

Torso skin lying open like a book

Bowels silky smooth on my member

Suppressing the urge to explode impossible

Urethra pumping our semen body releasing demons

A joy to have you here with me

Your whorish acts disrupted

Cunt murders keep me grounded

Of no use when youre breathing

Movement distracts

Mjoney well spent for achieving

Taboo illicit acts

Necroerocitism prevalent

Darkest desires realized

Inards a magnet for orgasms

Multicle erectile spasms