Born Headless-Cryptopsy

Born Headless - Cryptopsy You're not emoting: One of us will have to dig deeper; These are my cheek nails: Penetration, though unclean, Can make you bleed In so many interesting ways; I rend your flesh and caress your fears As you weep Human tragedy... Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic Let this dirt define your grave Midmortemtorment, Ornament of dandling flesh; Why do you vomit? You should have seen the last one I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out When i was done, yet the gummy taste Of anus still smothers my tongue Girth control, to me, is considered an art; Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart; My maleficence is as deep aas it can get: I derive enjoyment from cruel torture And messy death I tear your legs from their sockets To ease my pilfering of your pockets Better for you if you'd been born headless Blame your mother you weren't born headless Now that it's over, you'll be remembered, But not missed, swathed in cerements To keep in the precious cold I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; The earth soaks up my brain... I see myself as I've been I see myself