Bloodied, torn and Severe mutilation is all remains Stagnation in Empty the contents the mortuary slab...
The morbid, body Is dissected, lacerated and is hard as a mortuary technician The go straight to my head...
The trunk now gristle, with bactericidal decay discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate...
Diluted spittle, bile and Congealing puddles on the Grotesquely As the cavities I sever...
at the trachea, chest walls I puncture Slicing back I tear, subject to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
Bodily embalmed and fluids is oozing, as the insides I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a 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 stitched up Internal organs are replaced The totally disfigured Another waste...
Flowing blood The corpse is rotten to the core The miserable, stiff I dismember my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and Eructated gases are gurgling as bleed Congested pus, blood and gore corrodes as aggression gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean Washing the remains of life, the slab now gleams...
The reek of putrefaction gets right up my nose Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) autodigestion - necrotic mutation...