CHELICERA by BOREWORM

AS I ASCEND THE STAIRCASE
THOUGHTS OF GRANDEUR FILL MY MIND
REACHING THE DOOR IN QUESTION
THE SMELL OF BLOOD ESCAPES THE SEAMS
I CHOKE
PICKING THE LOCK IT SLOWLY CREAKS
AND AS THE LIGHT FLOODS IN
HORROR STRIKES ME AS I SCAN THE MESS
NO VICTIM INTACT
A BASTARDIZATION OF THE HUMAN FORM
PILES OF VISCERA, DISMEMBERED
LIMBS ARE TORN, A PORTAIT OF BRUTALITY
I STEP INTO THE CRIME SCENE
CAREFUL NOT TO LEAVE A TRACE
MY LIGHT GLINTS A BLADE ON THE FLOOR
IT CANNOT BE THE CAUSE OF THIS CARNAGE
...AND THEN I FIND AN EERIE GIFT
ORGANIC MATTER, WRITHING THERE IN HIS GUTS
I NEARLY DROP IT AS IT SQUIRMS
THIS VILE CREATURE, ONCE WAS BURSTING FORTH WITH LIFE
NOW LEFT TO ROT AMONG THE WORMS
MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO FLOAT...
THIS IS NOT OF THIS WORLD
I STAND IN REVERENT AWE
THIS SAVAGE THING WAS TORN FROM BEYOND THE REALMS OF MAN
AMONG THE GORE I FIND A SEVERED NOOSE
WHICH BEGS THE QUESTION..
WHERE IS THE FUCKING HEAD??
..MIND IS RACING
...REVELATION
....THIS IS NOT OF THIS WORLD
BASKING IN ITS DARK MAJESTY...

• Metal
• death metal
• doom
• insectile death metal
• metal
• progressive
• thrash metal
• Michigan