Desiccated flesh I peruse Your vacuous form is devoid of all life Poetry in motions As yet another stiff goes under the knife Soaked in the fluids of the dead Mucous, blood, and pus Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush
Melting organs degenerate into foam This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens Down the drain, your insides wash away A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean
Incruental - exsanguinated husk Intubated - a trocar is thrust ncarnadine - with offal you'll erupt Your carcass I'll corrupt Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed Detumescence - in solidifying globs Devenustated - you've lost all your charm In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm
Your evacuated torso is stuffed With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps Diarrhea is imbued with a smile With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile
Inundated arteries now burst In festering excreta, immersed Your body is awash in disease When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please
Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess) The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest) The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs
Exspiscating - my work didn't take Exundated - the sutures proceed to break Exspuition - the contents are purged Flesh and fæces are merged
Embalmed with septic mung
Capillaries choked with dung A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral Abdomen is sunken in My fetid breath is laced with gin Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mullTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
