Morbid
Words
This time around I've chose to highlight what I deem as "love" songs. Back when I was in Nuclear Death we received mail from outraged moms- wondering why we wrote about the things we did and why didn't we try something different- like say songs about love . . . I was baffled. How would that be different? I mean isn't that what most songs that clog the toilet of mainstream music are about?? So, I put my deviant thoughts into a hat along with some gold tissue that a demon gave me and it hit me- I'll write a different kind of love song! Here are two examples of love taken to the extreme . . . enjoy!
To Slice or Not To Slice
I would slice thin- the layers of my skin;
Disrobing my body of all flesh-
to have you . . .
In my arms again.
I could begin by peeling away
layers of skin from the soles of my feet . . .
Breathe on me, your urine scented breath!
Breathe my name as I smell your neck and limbs!
Breathe, damn you- as I suckle your tits!
Breathe for me- as I kiss your lower lips . . .
(To slice or not to slice)
Skinless, I would lay in a bed of salt;
In immense agony, I tear off my eyelids-
rip away my eyebrows-
I eat them- lashes and all . . .
I carve your initials deep in my face-
until I feel blade scraping bone . . .
Breathe on me, your urine scented breath!
Breathe my name as I smell your neck and limbs!
Breathe, damn you- as I suckle your tits!
Breathe for me- as I kiss your dry, puckered shit-hole . . .
(To slice or not to slice)
I will slice thin, sinew from bone;
Though I want to finish,
It is time for me to expire . . .
And so I lay next to you
in our new bed of my flesh and blood;
content in having you in peaceful agony;
as the Sun sets on the horizon,
Night falls forever behind my eyes . . .
Breathe on me, your urine scented breath!
Breathe my name as I smell your neck and limbs!
Breathe, damn you- as I suckle your tits!
Breathe for me- as I die for you . . .
(To slice or not to slice)
The Meat of Its Underflesh
I want to choke it until it moves no more;
I want to squeeze its soft globes of flesh-
until the two dark tops explode upwards;
I want to tear open its body- pulling it in halves;
I want to violate its insides;
I want to adorn myself with its innards . . .
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
Now if I say that I love you-
will you be my girlfriend?
I want to shave it completely-
removing all of its hair;
I want to peel away all of its flesh
and wear it over my own;
I want to drain all of its blood-
and violate the empty husk;
I want to break open its bones-
and suck out the marrow-
both red and yellow . . .
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
Now if I say that I love you-
will you be my girlfriend?
I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.