Nourishing the Spoil

(written by: Jensen/Fitzgerald) Inhale! Unappealing vulgarity bestowed upon sensual instability Sense of smell begins to corrode Becoming partial to this odor... Exit said values, moral compass disowned, refusal non existent Cognitive collapse, necrophilia bound, intimate with the breathless Hands caress this tumescent accumulation of hominal waste As insertion to epithelial duct is introduced Can't you see she's blushing? Maybe it's just the rouge... How about we imperfect this perfection Hushed anatomy opened up, all goods removed... Inner beauty gutted, gently placed in silver vessell Shiny curvature splattered soft crimson shade Amongst the swell, an over abundance of gingery blubber Extracted from such a portly bellied up lover Revel in curtled texture, sieved through fingers A taste inquired...Dainty! Corpulent soaked digits graze cold lips So as to taste herself Obscenities of sweet distaste whispered violently Persistent affection to something so un needing Love struck the moment she was rolled Through the double doors...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Thompson/Fitzgerald) Conception...elegant process to create life Something pure, beautiful Grossly molested... Lovers connection perverse Mindset rank, filthy cognition to spoil privilige Unwanting to flesh, demanding is the need for Partner to ejaculate upon implement shine "Rub it in", she implores... Semen rubbed point tickles turgid labia As timid hand helps to provide slow, full insertion A tender gasp suggests initial reaction to egregious infiltration Mind opaque from border line shock Lovesome cunt walls engross favorable suiter Each stroke wetter than the next as Stimulant fluid trickles to nestle puckered bloom Discomfort addressed with soft palm upon brow Her eyes depict insecurity, pleading concrete gaze Look of agony and pleasure merge Climax close, unconciousness closer Eyes turn to white as she vomits Muttered verses of ... "fuck me" A cold sweat unsues, blade slid from crimson heavy canal Embracing one another in nauseous drivel

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Jensen/Fitzgerald) Knife is placed to the skin, carve away... Insignificant features genetically linked to you upon conception Self proclaimed impurities urinate the need to butcher Ones self in foul demeanor Reluctant to stop, timorous to continue Integrity of health depletes Blood loss heavy, yet shearing persists Scathing pain, but pleased with progress In her mind, she is stunning, gorgeous More attractive with each incisive glide Struggling to hang on she keeps grinning Achieved perfection gratifying Ravishing cutting implement receives one final heartfelt lick As it is placed upon untoughened throat And slithered to unseal cartilaginous structure Blood ejected, covering pubescent trinkets across the room Dead weight plummets, divine decent Beauty is only a knife away...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Thompson/Fitzgerald) Awaken to cervix lavished with incisive cutlery Pain endorses silence, yet whimpers seep Sight blurred, but feeling of wet and warm Welcomes your touch No teeth, cracked lips, what once was a sweet mouth Trickles blood and phlegm Tear ducts rippling, take in abomination Your sisters lie scattered amongst you Most dead, few clinging to life Ungentle to delicate features, Engulfed in the rot Of fellow gender you soak Completely disrobed you slither across silky insides Determined to escape, Yet escape embellishes imagination The uninviting sound of footsteps pulsate your ears Through the door comes generous assailant Introducing his steel toe to your face Appearance smashed, life drains from Soft green eyes...life is no more Your soul belongs to no god, Your soul belongs to pain Dead lump of flesh sexually disorganized Mangled where you were fucked...how ironic Look what faith has brought you What's it like to receive no answer? Do you now see?

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Thompson/Fitzgerald) Lie there, be still... Do you really love me like you claim to? Is there nothing in this world you wouldn't do for me? I have something for you, but you have to trust me... Tender muscle tissue accedes lank syringe Potent serum introduced to blood stream Cadaver function becomes sterile Your motionless body becomes a canvas for lunacy A secong thought...irrelevant Hands wander across flesh so still Each leg tended to and spread ever so gently Exposing pulchritudinous slit So inviting... Through this exercise, passion and trust is what you seek, but... Humiliation and degradation is what I give Grab your face, not so gently, look into your eyes Softly tell you the the awful deeds you are about to succumb to... Spread legs pressed back to exposeknotted exit Tongue laid across exterior Subtle taste of shit, tastebud inticing... Accomodates belly full of hot piss Saliva thin coats starving rectum, below average lubricant Will suffice... Ass fucked repeatedly... Hand ran gently through hair, "You're doing just fine honey.." Stink tunnel flooded with seminal bliss Her loves knows no bounds when she has no say...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Jensen/Thompson/Fitzgerald) Obsessing over piss and shit, Fecal orgy shit stained I sit Gagging from the stench so vile Suffocating with a smile Puking on myself, regurgitating fecal matter Feels like razorblades, carving up my throat Self indulgent narcissism, Giving myself deep incisions Mixing shit with my blood... Blood clots begin to form in my veins from the Blockage of brown Losing oxygen to my brain As my body shuts itself down Laid out, my cadaver is lifeless Covered in a pool of my own shit The stench grows, as flies start to swarm Claiming my body as the home for their unborn I bleed, they feed, on me... Gorge on my shit Infesting their kind into me, planting their seed Maggots emerge from my corroding corpse Devouring every last piece of me My obsession of filth has turned into reality

(written by: Jensen/Fitzgerald) Slowly incisions made, let's begin... Bloated skin gently creased, stink released Through openings of a loathly nature Hints of varicose veins accent purple meat of subfigure Minuscule itineraries for errorless lesions Silver is dressed to impress, Radiant and eager to seperate Flesh meet silver, may she take your coat? She glides effortlessly, Content with the warmth against her sides Until bone is reached... Such barricades a breakable fix Appendages cut to symmetrical fashion Precision mandatory for this routine Silver knows no flaw regarding butchery With every stroke she glistens, Disassembling she shines, To truncate is her business Flayed is splended heap, Limbs placed in unorthodox postures Elegance amongst repulsion Brilliant with a knife Displaying the fruits of one's labor

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Jensen/Fitzgerald) Oblivious to one's surroundings Masturbation has lost its appeal Plentiful crop of the feminine kind Antagonizes rapist wit Patience is key for wanted progression She looks nice... I'm sure she'll bleed just fine Light breeze pierces sassy long hair Cinnamon scent trails behind Unknowingly escorted home Location confirmed... Rock to face meeting to follow She makes her way to her door Before she can turn around, her head is caved in Knees buckled, body collapses Through the door she is dragged Leaving a trail of cranial remnants behind Stripped and spread... Beatings continue while her body is still warm Dead with no feeling, but continually raped Cumming inside her, thumbs press lips to smile Was it good for you? I'll cuddle for awhile, but I really must go soon Carried upstairs, placed and tucked into bed Kiss to the forehead I'll call you tomorrow...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

(written by: Thompson/Fitzgerald) A gaze into nothing Eyes glazed over black Hollow viewing of expiration flirts nuisance Beaten to no end, bound beyond something uncomfortable Circulation to limbs constricted Purple is a good color on you... Clever blade slid across unruffled cheekbone Tilted and rested underneath optic cavern Oculus extruded one by one Mouth compacted so screams are nothing more Than soundless, make up smearing tears Dripping along soft pastel skin A vacant stare in need of attention Ungentle hand grips your face Quarter sized shards of glass goaded into hollow sockets An empty gaze, sunken glare Clotting the vacant stare... Nose to nose, intaking fearful scent Admiring rancid reflection from your new found orbs Someone enjoys being their own audience Continuing to stare into her scintillated gaze Hands wrap around neck, crushing esophagous You can tell many things about a person by looking into their eyes He could see in hers, she was ready to die... Collapsed throat, air choked Before your life fades, The last thing you see is nothing...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025