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