Faceless

Voices in my head constantly speak with me Invisible neurotic spectres I’ll never see Convincing me to indulge of all my violent whims Surround myself with mangled bodies , severed limbs If I could make them stop I don't think I would This horrible craving to carve it is too good! The irresistable desires of my darkest side On a one way homicidal psycho ride The sinister urge is the urge to kill That desperate need I most urgently fulfill

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Wandering at night the flesh lust never will it cease I use my knives to open wide the soul that lays beneath And if she doesn't want to know my prophecy macabre I reach within, catastrophic entrails violently I rob... But if she is the "special one" whose self I must preserve I deliver her to this unholy fate, which she deserves I grasp her skull so gently and exactly do I hone I slice the skin, her lovely face, and peel it from the bone The faces are hanging in the bloody aftermath Flaps of skin you see them and it makes you want to laugh The collection of my morbid love it glistens in the night The faceless corpse still smiling, smiling in the night And if I’d never kill again I’d never want to be The blood, the thrill, the mangled skin it means to much to me To stroll within the midnight air, the way it makes me feel To disembowel a bitch and how her face will fuckin' peel I smear the blood on my worthless self, my composure to redeem I keep the faces of the dead to preserve their dying scream The bones and rot, skin and snot, the odors of my skill The orgasm never dies and I know it never will...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Prone on the operating table Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines & limbs agog in fiendish disarray Mutating your natural composition Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay I'm the ghoul of the medical profession Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall With glee I dismember cadavers I affix the pancreas where stomach should be Rejuvenate the rancid corpses The innards glisten in their new anatomical display I cackle with post-mortem delight The walls reek of sin & the stench of horrendous decay...

Stench of rot and filth prevails You fight against the iron chains to not avail Strung up in my chamber of torture and sin Baked and sweating, let the beatings begin! Warm up the tongs in the fireplace Press the searing metal against your innocent face Break out the whip, put you to the test Pour molten hot oil on your quivering breasts... By body count continues, you're just another bitch When I'm finsished I'll dump you in the ditch Strap your welted body to my wooden rack If you're lucky you'll die of a heart attack The horrible bed of nails could be too much for you But if you don't like it, I've got a mask of spikes for you! Vise grips crush your breasts in a screaming fir I'll nail your fingers to the table, make you eat your own shit... When I'm through you'll be begging for more,and I'll rape your broken body in my Bloody Pit of Horror!!!!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025