CANTANTE: Autopsy

TITULO:Keeper Of Decay

Roadkill, guts are spilled
a flattened form of death
a heavenly delight
death is sweet
scoop up the meat
intact or mashed-it matters not
I bring home my new surprises
open my door, the odour rises
one that makes me feel so good
i feel so fucking high
I smile at my pride and joy on my walls
my pets
nailed up high and low
by the throat
intestinal wreath
rancid beef
My newest tacked up with the rest
i sit back and watch it rot
breathe deep
close my eyes
fantasize that i am one of them