Foul Obsession from Helldemon by Helldemon

In the lonely chambers

Of a small town morgue

I tend to the needs

Of every corpse

Cleaned up and presented

To next of kin

But mere hours before

I indulge in sickening sin



Sanity slips away

Decay of the psyche

Grotesque disfigurement

Of the human mind



Deranged foul obsession

Objects of lust

Defiled at my leisure

Obscene sense of love

But yet, as I finished

My heart stops cold

Did I see their eyes move?

Her vacant gaze stares through my soul



Sanity slips away

Decay of the psyche

Grotesque disfigurement

Of the human mind



Hearing echos of whispers all around

Search the building, not a single person to be found

Am I really hearing voices in my head?

Or am I being haunted by the dead?



Can’t tell what’s real

Trapped in horror

No signs of stopping

Can’t take much more



I see the faces of my victims in my dreams

Rotting and undead, glaring right back at me



Only one way for me to escape

Buckshot to my brain

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