This is the way your life ends: On a slab in my basement Perplexed by your loss of limbs And wondering where your face went Inside my den Random pieces of corpses hanging Traces of bloodshed and musculomanglings osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges A reek so dense The steam that emanates from your breath is evident of condensed pheromones excreted by death Post-mortal flatulations Tissue gas from fermentation Decrepit--corpus--exhalations Writhing in putrescence
Oh, the agony! Your lover, caged atop my stove Helplessly observing your dismemberment Inhaling the fumes of human methane With heat on high Simmering and cooked alive
Life is hard as an anthropophagi in such conditions as this:
After infection sets in Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma Spastically writhing in putridity
Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes A complete peristalsis of the systems Mucosal throbbing of every pleura
Venous, serous, menstrual-basted in pus In blood and pus, we writheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
