Mutilated in Minutes

Hacksore cutting through my veins Drill bits drilling in my brain Buckled down with tightening chain The slow excruciating pain Hooked chains cutting human flesh Where's my Hacksaw? Face Covered up with mess Where's my Hacksaw? Hunting 'round for tools of prey Where's my Hacksaw? Slow autopsy of my prey Where's my Hacksaw? Blades, Pliers Industrial snips Using knives to cut Out bits Have you seen my knife Or hacksaw? 1-2-3-4, Time-for-Hacksore Hack, Sore

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

We are an odd couple who live in a flat Taking home partners who leave in sacks She uses a cleaver, I use a saw Saving their faces, their heads are in store Bed them, Behead them Bed them, Behead them Bed 'em, Behead 'em Bed 'em, Behead 'em Watching the blood flow from the headless stump Wrapping their bodies up Getting ready to dump I feel the orgasmic feeling as I sleep with her head Feeling the blood drip into my bed

Tightly tied to a wooden bed Twisted thoughts run through my head A sharpened blade, I push it in Red blood quickly covers my skin I feel the orgasm's climax mount Blood and Cum mix on the ground Aborted butcherer, I torture myself Looking at partners on the shelf Carved innards are starting to smell My wasted body is useless now Picking up the butcher knife pushing it forth with all my might Blood drips down it's harder to see Staining red my colourless skin Feeling faint I start to fall Shoot my load until it's gone Stab in the chest Cut with a knife Fluids gush out Ending my life

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Hide my face, my geatures of pain Is there any point of having a name I stare in front, I see only red As I lay here upon my death bed Cut, gut, beaten, eaten The cannibals feast upon my innards Using bark to eat their dinner Moist muscle, inner bile Handfuls of viscera Being eaten in piles Eaten Cut, gut, beaten, eaten A half eaten carcass soaked in blood Rotting in the heat, and mud Cavity wounds, Gaping holes I'm left disregarded by these cannibal trolls

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Emaciated stiff Nauseating tepid whiff Putrefaction dank in smells Intoxicating infestation But most of all, Putrefaction Aroma of rot, house of necropsy Tortured, tormented, wriggling corpse Emaciated stiff, Rotting to, rotting to, the gore You rape 'em we scrape 'em No foetus, has ever beaten us Exhumed, raped

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

I had to kill him, I had no help I put him in jars upon the shelf I chopped you up in little bits Put you in a concrete mix I licked my lips as I began to flick The bloody chunks - I feel so sick They made a plop as they began to sink I put your bits in a concrete mix A freshly dug hole, Filled with 'crete Soon to be scattered with human meat Large squares and tiny chunks Hitting the liquid - Instantly sunk Concrete, I put your bits in a concrete mix

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

The flesh attack my feet and legs Eating the muscle through my veins Attacking my senses -no time to think Carving through muscle -no time to blink Chewing, chomping my flesh away Swimming around my moving feet, The predators look for, Something to eat, devoured Attacking limbs with razor teeth Crunching quickly, Shredding meat, devoured Eaten slowly, ripped apart Losing consciousness, Torn apart Can't fekk nt tattered skin The fish eat their way in, Devoured Neck fills with water - beginning to choke An empty shell, I've lost all hope, devour Severed in Seconds

A helpless bastard beginning to choke Gag him with muslin whilst holding her throat Hodling them tightly, whist they get tied with rope Producing a knife and then slitting their throats I gagged her with muslin I slit his throat I pulled down my trousers Whilst wiping the blood from my coat... Gagged, shagged, Bodybagged Gag him, Shag her Body bag them A helpless bastard beginning to choke Gagged with muslin whilst holding her throat These sick fantasies inside my head Not sleeping with the living but raping the dead Gagged, shagged, Bodybagged Gag him, Shag her Body bag them

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Trading pieces from a suitcase on a bench Customers turned on by the horrific stench Packages, boxes, filled with bits Tightly packed jars with lids A torso a fiver, heads are ten Severed, sawn bodies which once were men The smell of rot, a potent stench As I lay them on the bench Limb by limb by limb by limb As I lay on the bench Bits and pieces all different races Customers turned on by the horrific stench I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did Limb by limb by limb by limb Bits and pieces, stewed in faeces As I lay them on the bench I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did Limb by limb by limb by limb Bits and pieces, covered in faeces As I lay them on the bench Severed, sawn and sold as porn Severed, sawn Severed, sawn and sold as porn sold as porn

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025