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