Bloodied, and twisted Severe mutilation is all that in shrink-wrap Empty the onto the mortuary slab...
The morbid, muted Is dissected, and shred- Life is as a mortuary technician The fumes go to my head...
The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal 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 back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced mortis, the corpse internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue are stiffened, I now bend and crack The cerebrum pulped, with collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of waste bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul - necrotic mutation...
The gaping is crudely stitched up organs are hastily replaced The carnage totally Another waste...
blood crusts The is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair Disintegrating with histolycis and wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and Eructated gases are gurgling as they Congested pus, blood and autodigested Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The mortuary 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...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) autodigestion - necrotic mutation...