Jungle Rot

Bodies they fill my dreams
Twisted and mangled limbs
Rotten and bloodied pulp
Demise at the hands of me
I can't control myself
Eyes pop from skulls
Hands at the base of neck
Squeezing your life away
Strangulation mutilation
Sick creation
No explanation
Mind rotted with disease
Sickness war born within
Lust after other's death
Want to reveal entrails
I can't control myself
I slice your throat
Laugh as I watch you bleed
Begin the surgery slice