Post Moral Ejaculation





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 enjoy death more than life

My lids close tight, but the light blinds my eyes

My body grows cold - my cock becomes erect 



Watching over my dead shell, from beyond in my own hell

Caught between life and death, even though my body's dead

I still feel the touch of flesh

Given the choice to die or live dead

Purgatory my damnation

Climaxing at the resurrection

Adipocere spurts from my erection 



Manifested in my rotted body

Unpure spirit, dead among mortals

I have risen from self-murder

Only to rot and kill

to break the necks of young women

their cunts my pus will fill

Acid burning through her crotch

I baptise her face with my rot

Then venom foams from her throat

On my discharge she will choke 



Pulsation, my heart begins to beat

Heaving, goiters start to secrete

caustic odor, steaming gruel

wallow in my infected drool 



Swollen pusing gashes

Start to reek 



Puncture wounds in the back

hacked up limbs, bones now crack

Skin fillet from your face

Breasts gounged out

I fuck with your chest