Climbing through stairways
And breaking through dead bolts
A putrid stench fills the air
Chained to the rafters
Patients of perversion
A medical miscarraige
Wanting to know what makes
Human beings work
Ethics forgotten
As the flesh becomes rotten
The ones who are lucky are dead

Solo: Robbins

Cock cut off
Mangled and given a feminine shape
Eyes pulled out
Pins and needles punched in the face
Sticks shoved in
Holes in the head to stir up the brain
Blood kept in
Elegant teacups on elegant plates

These were no longer human in shape

Limbs torn off
Leaving the body writhing in place
Bones broken
Reset at angles for which they were’t made
Skin pulled back
Muscle infected, infested with sores
Mouths sewn shut
To see how long they could not eat at all

Victims of a sadistic whim

Some still lay around
Screaming, bloody, sore
Freakish creations
Dripping flecks of gore
Granting them mercy
Execution rite
Spirits are released
Into wordless night