Wizard of Gore - Impetigo

Make love to your innards

Lick your shredded flesh

With relish I fondle

This mutilated mess

I spill your fucking entrails

Nail a spike into your head

Shove a sword down

Your gullet

Until you’re fucking dead…

My dreams … your nightmares

My obsession… your affliction

I yank out your brains…

You think I’m insane?

Is this some morbid fantasy

You’ve been

Dying to fulfill?

Or is it just a vision

You’re obsessed with still?

Is it your face or my hideous laugh?

Is it the knot in your stomach’s slack?

Is it an illusion?

or is it real?