BUTCHERED SOUVENIRSInnocence lostBeneath this moral decayTwisted mind hunting for gameAs the light hits the floorShadows of impaled outlined in goreMalicious thoughts, malevolent mindsBlood covers knifeNumb and desensititized as he dilapidatesCadaver sodomized, bodies on the floorOutlined with gore from this perpetual tortureDemons in his semen asHe fucks the rotted meatHe is stalling, voices callingUnconscious to the apallingStill the voices callSurrounded by a pile of butchered souvenirsEntombed, lying, watchin, dyingButchered, slaughter, laughing, inaneLapsing of the sane