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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Six Feet Under Silent Violence
I cut your throat, wide, opening A hole in your neck Your blood sprays my skin Warm and wet You can't feel your heart beating Scream no one is listening I cut your tongue from your mouth Dying you feel yourself slip away Your dead body will be left, unburied No one will find you Dead All is quiet as I force my fist down Your cut throat Grabinf tendons and veins I pull your insides out Through your lipless mouth Your stiff body is cold and still Dying you feel yourself slip away Your dead body will be left, unburied No one will find you Dead Violent Silence Dying you feel yourself slip away Your dead body will be left, unburied No one will find you Dead Haphazardly I remove your spleen And your liver There is much blood Eyes have been removed While you were still alive Now I tear your flesh, I am ripping your skin Dying you feel yourself slip away Your dead body will be left, unburied No one will find you Dead Fingerless hands, clenched - I continue To dissect Blood spurting from Punctured flesh Your naked body stripped of skin Soon you will rotten Insects infest your flesh
