Who knows what lurks in the dark depths of a mind, the 
murky swamps and muck covered, blood stained recesses 
of the human soul.  

Slicing open bodies and leaving them cold, lifeless, 
decaying and hanging on hooks.

A permeating, pungeant stench of rotting death fills the 
moist air as the bloodstained, mildew walls tear apart 
the senses, inducing vomit upon the head-littered floor.

Shadowy, chill air embracing a cloud covered night as a 
blood trail is left behind with each heavy footfall onto 
the slick pavement.

A heart beats faster and faster, no matter what can be 
done to control it, the pace races at an unclockable 
rate, the body seeming to clench for death as it's only 
savior from the anguish of this hell.

grisly morbid allocations of body parts. scattered limbs 
among indecipherable organs on the floor.  stench of a 
thousand rotting corpses fills the air, singing the 
senses. vomit inducing morbid sights of gnarled 
fleshlings.

dialating the opened, festering wound with it's pus-
infested second growths, a fulminating cloud of spores 
fills the air. the nostrils flare as the scent becomes a 
burning.

dead, decaying tissue surrounds the forceps as the needle 
deeply penetrates barely pulsing tissue, and the once 
active blood vessels become as still as a fallen snowflake.