Pregnant pussy bursting at the seams
Sloshing sounds, the placental fluids
Maniacal doctor works timelessly
To ensure that this birth shall not be
Laboring breath, a soothing ambience
Patience expired, wretched hand reaches forth
Handles the fetus and pulls the
Newborn baby, head clenched in fist
Smashed against a corner
Primal hate now in control
He turns his gaze to her
Eyes widen, fear quickly sets in
Silencing her screams
Wrapped tightly around her neck
Umbilical cord
Skin goes blue, life drained from body
Frantically panicking, fingers stop moving
While a leg starts to twitch
Body then lays motionless, all noises cease
A steady hand guides the scalpel across
Her stomach, once flourished with life
A tub is placed to fill up with her guts
Insides freely pour out of her cunt
Now filled with fluids, flesh bits and sinew
Drained corpse is propped inside
Place abandoned, body starts fermenting
A luscious state of putrefaction
Weeks pass, practitioner returns
In the tub now lays a subject decomposed
Flesh is bloated from liquids absorbed
Ripe is the carcass on which he will feast
Orgasmic sensations, teeth spackled with meat
Sour; the stench of a mother denied
Floor littered with newborns, both dead and alive
Rancid, the containers of afterbirth mucus
Mutated rats and flies flock to them
A decrepit display of the maternally void;
A meal that the doctor will savor, and enjoy.
- THE BLACK JUICES -
Deep inside the graveyard, the deceased speak in tongues…
Craving the taste of the stale night air
My trembling hands itching to liberate the corpses
Bound in their coffins, trapped in dormant earth
Woe is the dead who must dwell beneath the soil
Pity for the wicked flesh and souls of mortals
Scraping at the ground, I wish to smell the rot
If cadaverous human skin has remained intact or not
Puking from excitement onto the dead man’s home
Emptying my bowels inside my clothes
Fingernails break off, sanity unknown
I yearn to reach into the body and take out the bones
Arriving at the casket, the wood is nailed shut
Cannot pry the nails away, for my hands are bruised and cut
Using my gnarled teeth, I reveal my grisly spouse
Plunge myself inside, essence of life flows out
THE BLACK JUICES
Covered in the fluid of skeletal shame
Senses overwhelmed by unbearable odor
Reek intoxicates the dead beneath
Rising from their graves, horny ghouls must feed
Expired humans unleash sexual desire
Crawling upon me, necrotic conquest backfired
The black juices flood the cemetery
Starved bodies consume me
Inserting my limbs into their soft holes
I break away all connection to this world
I feel at peace in the embrace of the dead
