A gallery of faceless bodies wracked upon the rails

The putrid stench of rotting flesh and eviscerated entrails

Both her torn windpipe and her severed mangled tongue

Lay stamped into a pool of blood where her neck was wrung

A pile of gutted organs spattered on the ground

But her navel and below were never to be found

Eyes rolled back into her skull, fractured by the force

Of a hammer brought down to kill

One hit.

No remorse...

THE ROTTING OF HER CORPSE!

ROTTING DOWN!

Forever kept to rot

Forever kept to decay

Forever kept for his pleasure

(His dementia)

Forever made to suffer

As remains are uncovered

And what is beneath he discovers

(Spinal rupture)

A mockery of what was once the cadaver of a living soul

Now they lay dismembered, ripped and torn in every hole

The scene of a terrible nightmare where the vilest of crimes commenced

Now a silent abode of blood where the butcher came incensed

Her saviour a knight in armour who tried to thwart his plans

But ended up on the cutting room floor with fewer fingers on his hand

A mess of the would be saviour surrounded the butchers feet

With fractured thighs and gouged out eyes

Where hammer and retina

Came to meet

THE ROTTING OF HER CORPSE!