Bloodied, torn and mutilation is all that remains Stagnation in Empty the contents the mortuary slab... The morbid, body Is dissected, and shred- Life is hard as a mortuary The go straight to my head... The trunk now gristle, with bactericidal decay This disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, and gore Congealing on the floor Grotesquely As the cavities I sever... at the trachea, chest walls I puncture Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia... "Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade 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... Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate... Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul - necrotic mutation... The chest is crudely stitched up Internal organs are hastily The totally disfigured Another waste... Flowing blood The is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering I with my saw... The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to with histolycis and everyday wear and tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased gases are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested Tissue corrodes as 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...