Fucked With Rats - Devourment

Cold, bound, half dead

Vision fades swiftly

Breathing is labored

My latest victim squeals to me

Ten victims this month alone, a new thrill I must search for

Complacent in my rituals, stab and hack ad infinitum

Still alive but fading quickly, I quiver with anticipation

Its clear what I must do now

Permeate, penetrate, violate with vermin

A stiff dead rat lies at her feet, a misogynistic tool of my madness

Caustic methods to fill my needs, this rotting rodent is just what it calls for

I bind her legs, her struggle futile, the ligature grates, the tension rises

I force it in, no subtle action, the sinew tears to my satisfaction

She suffers as I revel

The rats spread filth inside my soul

She bleeds like a stuck pig

I thrust it as I climax

They suffer from my lunacy

The insane urge that forces me

They suffer from my lunacy

Their violent end will come to be

Her beating heart begins to fade

The insides ravaged, torn and maimed

I quiver still from ardent bliss

A new found thrill I can’t resist

They suffer from my lunacy

The insane force that purges me

They suffer from my lunacy

Their violent end will come to be

It seems there’s life left in her

A chance to further my pleasure

I grab the filthy dead rodent

And force it in her gaping mouth

I ram my stiffness inside her

She can’t believe it’s not over

I choke her, dead as I finish

We both expire rhythmically