Festering Fiesta

Staring at the remnants of the concoction of viral fluid
 My appetite is repulsive nonetheless I still pursue
 I'm basking in the glory I have so desired
 I confer your presentation you've bestowed
 Rusted tools excising rotting dead
 With your corpse I lay caressing
 My fun is done. It's time to send you back
 I'll slam it six feet deep closer to hell
 Descending back into your grave
 You've been dismembered. Molested. And maimed
 I can breathe again. Erection wearing thin
 Looking through the eyes of a necromaniac
 A schizophrenic being uniting the dead
 A post-mortem oath inscribed on your back
 With this oath I've claimed your head
 Morbid desires. Finally fulfilled.
 Returning to the grave for a second course
 Vile stench of dessication forming in my nodes
 Chainsaw raping
 Bloated carcass
 Hacked to pieces
 Necromaniac