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I Devour

Drink the blood as it pours from smiling wrists
Like a fine cabernet, can you resist
The urge as it slowly comes over you?
Give in to the thirst, the only thing that’s true
The tangle of chains will remain
When the painful pleasures fade away


The tunneling worm returns
For more putrid flesh at least
Crawling beneath the skin dead
And rotting as maggots feast
Ravenously inside your head

Shackled, stripped and bled
Violation to the last degree
Enchained to the post of your bed
Letting the insects feed

Doom is foretold, apocalyptic horror
In a midnight tale, twisted with terror
You are my canvas, your transition
Festering away in decomposition

The air smells sweet with rot and oiled leather
As I tickled you with stems of heather
Fantasies may seen a little morbid
I could care less because
I relish the thought of your torment

After life in the calm of death
I devour
And before you take your last breath
I devour, I devour
Your body and soul

Guttural screams like a beast
You cling, hopelessly, to life
Gangrenous flesh giving way
To the sweet pleasures of knives
You will not last through today

I found you strung out
Like any old common piece of shit
Yes, my dear, go ahead and shout
I explore the bones in the rip

The signs are there, apocalyptic slaughter
Pulsating with your brothers and daughters
You are my canvas, my salvation
Festering away in decomposition

Do tell and share with me your last moments
I cherish the sweet cries of your lament
The parting of the flesh consumes my
Thoughts running free, gives me cause
Slaughter you wholesale through out the night

After life in the calm of death
I devour
And before you take your last breath
I devour, I devour
Your body and soul

My, oh my, your skin is so soft
So pale like death, who would’ve thought?
Above all, you look good in decay
Thanks, my love, you’ve made my day
My branding caress burned in your flesh
And still I wish for one last kiss
To end our union in a chrysalis


Doom is foretold, apocalyptic horror
In a midnight tale, twisted with terror
You are my canvas, your transition
Festering away in decomposition

After life in the calm of death
I devour
And before you take your last breath
I devour, I devour
Your body and soul

The signs are there, apocalyptic slaughter
Pulsating with your brothers and daughters
You are my canvas, my salvation
Festering away in decomposition

And just before the coming storm
I devour
Lo, behold the beast, he’s been born
I devour, I devour
Your body and soul
Written by HadesRising
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