Sat here screaming by the hot water tap, My hacksaw is red and my wrists are slashed, Counting down until that heavenly moment, Counting down, down To the intestinal splash. I hung crucified choking for breath Choking on all that I have left The scalpel flickers about my chest, breast, The first incision forcing out my breath, next, A twelve inch cut from sternum to umbilicus Revealing all transversus thoracis, A second from nipple to nipple Permitting fish hooks to pull back the flesh from both pulmo. My rib cage now opened, Spewing black foam I pant and I groan. Legion hears my moans But they well know: This fantasy is all I own. Clamping my trachea, tearing brachiocephalacia, I'm now gasping for air, clutching at nightmares, No other fantasy can ensnare, compare To the fulfilment of this solo love affair. My lungs now lie beside the bed As ventricles begin to tear, Ligaments ripped from heart to sky, Tendons flying from the medullae. In a heap where body parts make meat Muscles twitch and bloat As I shove them down the remains of my throat, Giving my wounds frenchies laced with arteries I watch of Hells savage lights gleam. Castrating and Spaying for more blood, Hanging like a picture of a dying God, Raking at my stomach muscles A knife tear forces more goetia into the puddle. In a wave of release my intestines splash across the floor. A pancreas, the next leaf on a forest of human debris, The fantasy is really beginning to appease, please Down on one knee for my Legion, my authority. Human fat drips as petrol is lit, I spread my legs to drip bitumen, to piss flame through. Surrounded by rotting flesh and gloom I'm always alive but cannot move, Little helpers stitching up my intestines with glee, Limbs rejoining though devoid of skin. Slashing at each vein and Artery, Masturbating in old Intestines Devouring flesh and eating pulma Walking organs chatter mad as all hell matter, Birth comes to little minions my Legion, Now let me leave this dominion.