Bloodied, and twisted mutilation is all that remains Stagnation in Empty the contents onto the slab...
The morbid, body Is dissected, lacerated and Life is hard as a mortuary The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, with decay discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, and gore puddles on the floor Grotesquely As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest I puncture Slicing back 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 bend and The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids 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 is crudely stitched up Internal organs are replaced The totally disfigured Another waste...
Flowing blood The corpse is rotten to the core The miserable, festering I dismember my saw...
The wounds are stitched, I try to repair Disintegrating histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and Eructated gases are gurgling as bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested Tissue as aggression gnaws..."
The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose Carnage, and leftover pieces in the bin I dispose...
pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - mutation...