I [bad word] BLOOD
Chris Barnes

Swollen with liquid
Ready to burst
load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body's thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I [bad word] in her maggot filled [bad word] 
 [bad word] the rotting
My [bad word] is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity 

The smell was unbearable As I unburied her
I [bad word] blood from my erection
I feel [bad word] Down her throat, swallow 

Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tounguing her rotted [bad word] 

I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
delicate girl, to mutilate, [bad word] and kill
Her body exceptional
She thought I was normal
But I wanted more 

I came blood inside of her
Chocking on the clot
Gagging on my snot
Gushing blood, from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
Body buried in a shallow grave
Unmarked for none to find
The sickness I have left behind
Undetected go my crimes
The greatest thrill of my life
Was hacking my hard [bad word] with a knife 

Violent, climax Serging [bad word] On my skin 

Back from the dead
I am resurrected
To spew, putrification