Rotting Procession-And Hell Followed With

Rotting Procession - And Hell Followed With My lungs they no longer draw breath The stench of eons past, my very flesh corrupted I, the embodiment of decay Forever changing, stagnant no longer This temple, this organic structure Shadowed beneath swarms of flies How eager do their wings seek my carry A lord amongst atrophy am I The seed of undoing germinates within me Seizing my nervous system in so disgusting a manner How sickeningly do I hunger Morals corrupted through appetence This perversion, this desire I shall no longer refuse How unnerving my silence but even in silence have you trembled How loathsome that which enshrouds me Oh, my beauty, the mirth of my desire How lecherous that within me grows I beseech your forgiveness Oh, death, eternal requiem How your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins With a hunger so profound That not even my love for another Could prevent me from appeasing My mind, my very thoughts Have become this sickness embodied I won't stop until the screaming does