Massive Deconstructive Surgery

You'll never know what I've done. There's no witnesses. Nothing can touch me here, it's my church. Women and children they are my playthings, worship their dead bodies, this is my church. Incision begins below the second rib. The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within. Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick, and my dick gets so hard, it's in pain. You become my fucktoy when the lights go out. With scalpel in hand I take your insides out. If you could only see the things that I've done... If you were alive you might think this' fun. Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood. I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps. Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror, my madness has just begun... Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air. My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold. Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth, runs down her fucking neck. Can't explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat.. I think of her family and the kid I'll never meet. Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor, and I come inside my Morguewhore. You become my fucktoy when the lights go out. With scalpel in hand, I'll take your insides out. If you could only see the things that I've done, if you were alive you might think this' fun.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Drunk on cadaver's reek... a rotten climax is what I seek. Earmark the incision... for later erotic insertion. The intestines pinned out so nice, shit and blood lube up my vice. Scalpel, clamps hold her tight, I could fuck this gory mess all night Drunk on cadaver's reek... a rotten climax is what I seek. Earmark the incision... for later erotic insertion. A hopeless necromantic... slit it open and stick it in. For what I lack in skill, I make up for with gore, rot and swill. A cut rate degree... Psychopathology! I tend to make a mess... Psychopathologist! For me malpractice makes perfect. When I'm sick I'm at my best. I've incised her and cut her open... and she's waiting for me to molest. Sloughing and rotting and smelling... Cunninlingus with maggots and worms... A professor of butchery, a krash kourse in psychopathology. I tend to make a mess... Psychopathologist! A cut rate degree... Psychopathology! Everybody thrash!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

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Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 08, 2025

Midnight, through the graveyard sky Searching for fresh corpses I’ll add to my collection. Upon you I stumble Wandering the night Heels, bones and blood Let me show you my collection. Let’s go! Enter my domain You’ll become my slave On my sick Nekro-Erotic Art Hatred you disgust. Nekro-Erotic Art. Hidden in a pool of decay Rotting corpses and severed heads All the bodies that I have exhumed Decorating the walls of my room. You scream as my paint fucks her cunt. House full of corpses Nekro-Erotic Art dead whore. The blood shall finish my masterpiece The flesh shall be my palette.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Fuck you!!!! Mangled, diseased & disfigured, a shambling mass of forgotten flesh. Twisted skin, & dry cracking sinew, rancid, pustulent stench, it's come back for revenge. The discarded skin from a facelift, rancid organs from a crimescene mess. Rotted fat from a mass liposuction, they have given birth to this hulk of disgust... Steaming black cancerous entrails, decayed, drilled, extracted teeth. Murderous aborted infants, strike with gangrenous limbs, cut from amputees. A thousand eyes stare outward, bloodshot, crazed and ablaze with hate. Victims partially digested, slick with hepatic bile, they shall assimilate Writhing in the sewer filth. They are the forgotten flesh, pre-mutating into one of many shapeless forms.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Raise my banner drenched in blood, as I hold my hammer high. Smash it down, splitting your skull, as I ravage all life across the land. No one, shall endure my wrath. Feasting, upon the flesh I lack. Fetish, for the dead I've raped, todesking supreme, harvester of hate. Rapist of the weak, necro-ubermensch arise. Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright. Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch, So you writhe in agony, Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 08, 2025