Bloodied, and twisted Severe is all that remains Stagnation in Empty the contents onto the slab...
The morbid, body Is dissected, and shred- Life is hard as a technician The go straight to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay This discissed I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore puddles on the floor Grotesquely As the cavities I sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse bruised livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."
Bodily and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping chest is crudely up Internal organs are hastily The carnage totally pathological waste...
Flowing crusts The corpse is rotten to the core The miserable, stiff I dismember my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased gases are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, and autodigested gore Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean Washing away the remains of life, the now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction gets right up my Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - mutation...