Ma belle scalpelle

I run Morbidiance Blue Cafe together with my wife On top there is a hair-dresser called Nick and he's found of knifes When Nick gets a customer without a wedding-ring He asks them simple questions about their home and private lives. If he then finds out that the person has no function. He use to do the hair-cut, but also do a throat-cut But only the male, for girls he shows respect Widows is not in his taste, but men he loves to waste, he loves to taste Strips the body from clothes and ornaments Release him from the head and different parts He flays the bodies careful and sends them down to us Finally the body reaches us here at Morbidiance Blue We separate the bones form the flesh and we cut them too For our reciept of pies filled with meat we got an award Come have a seat, please have something to eat, you will not get bored Eat our meals because we have a deal with him on top The young men he seals cannot be healed and he will not stop You know when you've been tangled... I run Morbidiance Blue Cafe together with my wife From the flesh of young men we know how to make the finest pies But the secret's highly classified

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs The head was smashed in pieces, but I don't think she was dead... Strongly hidden feeling of lost but the temper made insecure Red raw lungs as they don't want to be Cut and release the watery gore The warm young eyes and the body of a cat looks like an erotic kind of beast Heart beats twice as I wish to be the rat, on eachothers flesh I want to feast But how will I find who is lost when I am lost by myself ? The rose, it rose and managed to rise above the skies But as you lay there in your own mess you only catches flies While this woman gracefully moves towards the door The flesh and the cerebral substance of yours is drying on the floor The beast is unleashed, with my eyes let me feast on you at least But the summer is gone now and my soul with it My spikes disappeared in your head and your life with it She simply fell towards, towards down the stairs She simply fell towards, I guess she smashed her head I dig in the mud until my hands bleed too much, Less than a year to expose Down to the ground a cranium I found Actually my fingers are frozen The wild but mild, through my gate you've been defiled The rose it rose, my skin fall in pieces and I'm frozen

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Does leaves ever cry ? Not if they are black Does birds ever fall in love ? Can the air smell the flowers ? What if the sun won't rise... the last one to notice must be the worms And where is Marilyn ? Won't a cat cry until I puncture the eyes with a tooth-pick I've tried to eat rocks but they have no taste, it was just a waste Do maggots steal the flesh of a corpse, or do they deserve it ? Africans squize maggots out their skin to eat the good phlegm I can't stop wondering why they bother to save the worm-skin Flies use to gather among laying bodies How many maggots can a dead body produce ? Why are so many blacks starving when they can eat their friends inhabitants ? Maybe trees hate music in fear of being cut to a flute Can I pick the red out a rubin to wear it ?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

I taught Gabrielle about ma belle scalpelle I used ma belle scalpelle on my sweet Gabrielle, buried in her flesh, funny how it cuts through sinews, veins and stuff, even smaller bones I tied her with wet leatherbands around her head the arms and legs While they dried they also shrank, so she cried but later also died Then when the skull was cracked I could save the brain intact, for a rainy day Her eyes were beautiful which I up her cunt and tight rectum I picked up ma belle, sliced parallelles Her skin could then be seen as beautiful patterns Scotches through the skin, can you feel the groove ? With ma belle scalpelle I simply cut and sliced her well around the fontanell Then I looked and laught, a eye-sinew out her cunt like a used tampoon My friend work at the morgue and he's so bored to see all these self-deceased bodies This was my small gift so he will cheer up Next time I see him he'll talk for hours...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Your teeth I hacked, the nose I cracked, I shaved your face too well Noone can see how you have been, in snow I let you dwell For five months you've been buried under ice and snow Completely protected from what can cause you harm Beauty, your beauty made me steal your face Melting out the snow to see the sun Gather, around you creatures are gathered April the 14th... They start to gather, sniffing, humming around your body before they can decide where to eat Tasting, kissing, caressing your flesh gently They want a noble childrens nursery The metamorphose of a beauty to a nauseating corpse An interesting horde of insects marshing over your face Where they finally decide to give birth to their children You can expect that your belly will arise And worms of high disgust will eat the rest of you Beauty, with the eyes your beauty vanished You give birth to more than you expected Putrid, the springsun make you reek tremendous April 19th... Weeks goes quickly, flies has left your body Perhaps searching for a brand new body

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025