I Can Smell the Death - INHUMAN

Trapped in the morgue the heart beating high

No blood pressure can be measured

Spirit off the body, the senses away

Suicide calls from hell, the heaven path, who cares?

Worms are suppurated from inside out

Not even dead the soul spreads its stench

I can Smell the death

I can see the grotesque end

I picture the dismemberment

An image of self hate

Feel the pain taking the body, boiling the guts

Drain the body until the darkness embraces you

Taste the delirium of torture, smile to the dead

Cross the threshold of pleasure and pain, red-painted floor, No remorse,

only satisfaction

Let the demons out

Not even dead the soul spreads its stench

I can Smell the death

I can see the grotesque end

I picture the dismemberment

An image of self hate

No fear to the unknown

Afterlife is the last concern

As the last breath is gone

Not even dead the soul spreads its …

The agony is over

You can see your deceased body lying on the floor

The piece of art is complete for the pictures to come

Another dead body that no one cares

Now that you’re dead your corpse spreads its stench

I can Smell the death

I can see the grotesque end

I picture the dismemberment

An image of self hate