The Corpsegrind

Rotten dead body,
in front of me.
The lust and the thrill
to smash it grow.
Take a hammer,
smash the skull
crush the rotten brain
to little pieces.
Smash the jaw,
smash the teeth.
White bones in
thick brown blood.
Take a knife,
open the belly.
Rub in Bowles,
Filled with slimy Maggots.
Extracting the excrements
from the rotten guts.
Remove the Bone
and suck the blood.
Rotten bloody skin
covers my arms
while I dig
in Legions of worms.