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Rotting foul stench

Starts to entice me

I gaze upon the source

I see bloating onset beautifully

Brittle skin littered with sores

Ugly face pulsating and moving with life

I see something squirming

I start to caress the corpses face

Dicing open the weak flesh

I see a collection of larvae

That greatly pleasures me

I fell in love with the vile sight

I start to kiss the rotting body

I lay my hand over the grub and start eating them

My body wants to throw them up but I continue wanting more

Vomit-soaked maggots the pleasures grows more and fucking more

I feel them crawl around my fingers

An addiction has started

I need to feel them all over

I need them in my skin

I start to gaze at my skin

Grabbing broken glass shards

Cutting myself open

Various lacerations seeping and burning

I start to pick and get handfuls of the maggots

Slowly inserting them onto my festering wounds

Watching them crawl and feeling them

Is the greatest pleasure

I feel them deep within

I feel myself becoming their new home

The maggots burrow and now live inside of me

My body sits and pulsates with new life

I’m in glee that this is I how I died

Self mutilation and offering my body as a vessel

I burn in the deepest pits of hell

Feeling the greatest state of pain

But my mind is in a euphoric state

Knowing that I felt them in my skin

I loved how they crawled