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Morishige poemBodies.Yes that's right...Bodies.Real ones.Blood?Is that real?It couldn't be.Could it?But they look so beautiful.I shouldn't be thinking this.This isn't right.But...they're perfect.One of them I like.Splattered beautifully.The insides hugged the wall...Blood reached every corner.Wait...This voice.I know it.No...It couldn't be.I stare at the tiny screen...This couldn't be her....Could it?No...NO!NO!NO!NO!My head feels heavy.Is this blood?Blood runs down my face.I grab my head, and scream.I ran.That couldn't be her.How could I think about her that way.Her sweet smile...My body is numb.Glass falling around me.I'm crying.Why?Her face runs through my mind.Her warm embrace.Her warm personality...Oh Mayu...My sweet little Mayu...
Corpse Party- Sakutaro MorishigeI see dead bodiesEach organ neatly sprawledSome of the arrogant and haughtyOthers swallowed in time’s jawsThey are so delectableFood for my eyesA nearly orgasmic sightEach corpse lies in lost criesHehe…such terror in their faceSuch crooked stature by ruthless batterSome say they look uglyBut it’s the insides that matter