Carcass Empathological Necroticism
Bloodied, torn and twisted Severe mutilation is all that remains Stagnation in shrink-wrap Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab... The morbid, muted body Is dissected, lacerated and shred- Life is hard as a mortuary technician The fumes go straight to my head... The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, bile and gore Congealing puddles on the floor Grotesquely dismembered As the cavities I harshly sever... Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I puncture Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia... "Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..." Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap... Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate... Advanced Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation... The gaping chest is crudely stitched up Internal organs are hastily replaced The carnage totally disfigured Another pathological waste... Flowing blood crusts The corpse is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering stiff I dismember with my saw... The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to repair Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday wear and tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and deceased Eructated gases are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested gore Tissue corrodes as aggression gnaws..." The mortuary table I now wipe, sponge and clean Washing away the remains of life, the slab now gleams... The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose Carnage, chunks and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose... Advanced pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - necrotic mutation...
