ENTRAILS RIPPED FROM VIRGIN’S [bad word] Chris Barnes

Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied
I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony
Eyes in the darkness
Echoing their madness

The sights that have passed before them
Watching as though it has never happened
Now I only listen to what is not spoken

Murder, hatred
Anger, Savage
Killings I have caused
More than can be counted
Orgies of sadism
And ual perversion
Virgin
Tied to my mattress
Legs spread [bad word] bowel, yanked
From her insides
Devirginized with my knife
Internally bleeding [bad word]  secreting
Her blood-wet [bad word] I am eating
On her guts I am feeding
Mutilated with a machete
I [bad word] her dead body
The first and last
Your life's only romance
My knife's jammed in your [bad word] As you die you [bad word] 
Pass on to the dead
Nerve trembling convulsions
No longer looking human

I never see them, but I know they're there
Locked in my subconcious
Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten
Haunting unrealities
Tear at me
Hold her arms
Her mouth taped shut
Screams unheard
Out pour her guts

Layers of flesh peeling away
Languish in your own decay
Descriptions of my killings
Bone chilling

Terror, tear, her
Virgin [bad word] 
Virgins are my victims
Their tight interiors I explore
Sharpened utensils of torture
Now inserted inside of her [bad word] organs extracted for eating
On her liver I am gnawing

Forbidden lust for guts
Ripped from her [bad word] Tears of blood cry down her thigh

I ram my fist inside her hole
From her crotch [bad word] now flows [bad word] filled with [bad word] I [bad word] her emptied body
Until she became stiff