The Edge of My Perversion - Human Mincer

Calvary, funeral chapel

the suffering because of the loss endures

I wander through paths of confussion

I become lost in alienation, never

Where have you gone?

Why?

you won’t get away from me

I keep your inert body

death hides your soul

you skin hides the pleasure

The edge of my perversion shines

the glint of the scalpel

will strip of your skin

I’ll expose to view your carnality, flesh

Blood still warm is trickling down my hands

your essence, the feel of your uncovered muscles

your skin shed the stink

of flesh, on the tray, dead flesh

I slide into your dead body

a meeting after life

I’m not a necrophiliac

I’m beyond life and death, outside

I’m not a disbalanced person

flesh is flesh, my instinct, my destiny

Obsession, lust

established feelings

sin, blasphemy

what do they mean for us, sister?