Funerary ideation
The wish of dying painfully
Watching the grieving, weeping congregants
Mutilating their flesh, over your mangled body
Fills my heart with wild joy
Getting buried in hallowed ground
My vile remnants will poison it
No longer sacred shall it be
Floating in the river of the dead
With a frozen stare in my hazy eyes
The ghoulish grin on my lips can make you convulse
In utter disgust
I expect the dirt to cover my remains
I wanna be punished by the nonexistence of the afterlife
I want maggots to crawl out of my scars
I totally cherish the sepulture