Lacerated Flesh - Viral Load

Your innocence

Makes me sick

Violent death

You will get

Flesh is stripped

Head to toe

Your last cries

Excite my soul

I know you’re thinking

That it’s over

The horror I’ve given

Your mind

Yet it’s far from being over

There’s still more work

To be done

You see your flesh to me

Is precious

It stimulates my sickened mind

To me your flesh is just a canvas

For my sick thought to

Flow like wine

All I see is flesh before me

Nothing less and nothing more

Just an object of amusement

You worthless fucking whore

Lacerated flesh

The sculpture takes it’s form

It makes me warm inside

Your flesh is silky smooth

It makes a useful tool

Your outer shell is gone

What was inside is now out

My sculpture now complete

I have your flesh to thank

It seems like such a waste

To burn or bury the dead

When flesh can be reused

To make my sculptures live