Staring at the remnants of the concoction of viral fluid
My appetite is repulsive nonetheless I still pursue
I’m basking in the glory I have so desired
I confer your presentation you’ve bestowed [bad word] tools excising rotting dead
With your corpse I lay caressing
My fun is done. It’s time to send you back
I’ll slam it six feet deep closer to [bad word] 
Descending back into your grave
You’ve been dismembered. Molested. And maimed
I can breathe again. Erection wearing thin
Looking through the eyes of a necromaniac
schizophrenic being uniting the dead
post-mortem oath inscribed on your back
With this oath I’ve claimed your head
Morbid desires. Finally fulfilled.
Returning to the grave for a second course
Vile stench of dessication forming in my nodes
Chainsaw raping
Bloated carcass
Hacked to pieces
Necromaniac