Goresoaked Clinical Accident
The patient is hopelessly sick Malignant tumor of the cerebellum Coordination of movements is impaired Spasms of the body, involuntary ejaculation And convulsive defecation Doctors are helpless, but euthanasia is prohibited Humane democratic society Chooses violence and cable TV But a desperate man turns to desperate measures The ancient folk medicine becomes handy The blind shaman jumps around the hypnotized patient Beats the tambourine and cries out the spells But to have faith isn't enough Physical intervention is necessary The old crank brace is applied It slowly perforates the cranium Pieces of a scalp are wound up on the rusty curved drill Handicraft trepanation, devourment of psilocybin Drinking of firewater, crunch of the occipital bone The bony hand takes ants from the pot And shoves them into the drilled hole Insects creep under the brainpan, bringing a terrible pain Suffering is a way to healing
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
I was picking up the dismembered body Piece by piece as a puzzle Here is the soft head - it's bones are shattered I extracted the brain, sucked it out with vacuum cleaner And I thrust an air-balloon inside through the torn mouth To preserve the form of the skull The trunk was reminding a battlefield: Multiple slash wounds, craters and blisters from burns The broken ribs, when pressed a bit Were piercing the skin as toilet-paper It was difficult to define, where front was, and where back Rooted out limbs made this hard task even more complicated I even don't know is it a man or a woman? Sexual attributes are disfigured and depersonalized As if they were intentionally plowed by a tractor A pile of useless forcemeat with a proud name - the human being
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
There, where fear as an ardent dick Enters the fathomless vagina of superstitious There, where some are creators And others are destructors There is consumer existence in this Acquired and artificial instincts: The black universe of my indifference White virginity of my impartiality Preconceived holy ointment shedding Covered with hoar frost hypochondria My compassion inseminated by macrophages Dim reflection in tile All roads lead to morgue, grinding of ungreased hinges Modest monastery, purgatory for the mortal flesh I can predict the past, reading ripped guts The grace is deeper than the mother's womb Hopeless pathology, smell of formalin You won't be my guest for long, my silent wanderer I will take you apart piece by piece I was looking for your soul But found only dead organic matter I found only the disfigured traces Of life while searched for your soul
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Spring aggravation, depression due to the sexual condition And here we observe a trivial victim of unrequited love Exsiccation by ipsation, a whining note about the cruel world Adolescent maximalism, pages of porno magazines stuck together Evil sorrow! The rifle, stolen from the grandpa - veteran Has helped to reveal consciousness of the child for eternal values Brains decorated the boiler room Hissing on the heating pipes His head was reminding blooming gladiolus Freeway took the life of one more rejected schoolgirl Grinding her unripe pimply torso Against the emery of the road's blacktop And the bumper of the garbage truck Thorax burst under the wheel, spreading around It's deplorable contents Jumped down from the railway bridge And sort circuited the high-voltage line With his body young emo-boy Numerous piercing perfectly transmitted electricity All skin turned black and even the teeth And passing fast train dragged for several hundreds kilometers Baked human pudding fallen on the rails
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
A rotting genital organ of zombie Creeps as a worm Into the bosom of dead swine Shortening and stretching Brings itself up to a blissful climax Testicles tucked themselves In with confusion and ejaculation follows Sizzling sperm is splashing into the pig Splitting the womb, burning stinking bowels Transforming them into homogeneous mass The penis is agonizing And melts down in this bloody manure Incomprehensible biological processes Occur in the decomposing flesh Under the skin of the creature A mutation on the cell level Generates a new organism The mess is condensing Forming a monstrous being Triple rows of crooked teeth It's tearing from within it's mother's womb And clumsily falling out to the daylight To present mankind with despair, pain and death
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
In a dark cellar the light shimmers Illuminating only a small part of the moldy wall It's enough for observation Of one more mask of human ugliness The rare collection in glass vessels is kept There on wooden shelves The male genitals are preserved in alcohol here And they can please the eye of their mistress for years to come Torture! For hours, sitting in the rocking chair She is viewing these items she is proud Of recollecting their owners and their agony Torture! The amputated phalluses are all she has Aesthetic delight and abstract visualization That's all that she needs And she sucks the penis that was cut off with pruning shears She fancy the rest of the body using her sick imagination You are still a little hungry child Blinded by the first rays of the sun Your lips search for mother's nipple It's almost here... It's almost here... Necrophilic nymphomania Addiction to incubuses of lust Custodian of genitals I admire your majestic emptiness Your lovers will stay with you forever
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Desert island In useless search for life The old sea dog loses his mind Terrible hunger and thirst turn inside out The empty irritated stomach Demanding immediate submission to the natural instincts Endless days filled with pain and fear Dimness of mind Obsession with gastronomic fast-food demons Using the last energy that left, shaking hands Convulsively lift The big fossilized shell of an ancient mollusk Callous exhibit crushes genitals to the mad laughter Dry soak in sorrowful bloody scrambled eggs Belly, opened with the sharp stone Chaotic eating of viscera Rum deformed liver Was falling apart in hands as cream of wheat
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Make me shout out in pain Bleeding piece of dead flesh I don't bear your fetus inside me anymore Aren't you feeling my uterine discharge? Or you pretend that you don't notice Clots of blood Which crawl of of the livid vagina As a tired chain of outcast orphans from the Burned down boarding school? Did you ever see the condition of total estrangement? Did you know outlaws? Eternal mourning, perpetual depression What for did you to necropolis And desecrated the chaste corpse? Your sperm spurted in the void Like fireworks on a Christmas night Having illuminated for a second the decadence of my existence Eyes were open, the seed didn't bear fruit The worms eat splinters of my broken heart Make me shout out in pain In the endless nightmarish pollution of oblivion The tears of my memory were stinking with repugnance for you
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026