The Swarm

Sex-Type Murder

Bruise the flesh to black
Rupture the bone in red
Cavort the naked skin
That the carcass has bled

Creature moves will shred
Torso ridden and convulsed
Sex-type murders are dreamt
Of the black seed we trust

Peel the skin from your face
The deepest scars remain
Ankle locks, broken jaw
Broke your neck - still breathing?

Insides torn straight out
Ruptured veins that bleed
Violent glass ridden torture
Do you still want to breathe?

Hammer the last organ
Scalpel the first skin
Pulverize your hopes of life
Last membrane melts within