Bloodied, and twisted Severe is all that remains in shrink-wrap Empty the contents onto the slab...
The morbid, body Is dissected, lacerated and Life is hard as a technician The fumes go to my head...
The trunk now depleted gristle, bactericidal decay This discissed disarticulation I as I ablate...
spittle, bile and gore Congealing puddles on the dismembered As the I harshly sever...
Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia...
"Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..."
embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap...
Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - mutation...
The gaping is crudely stitched up Internal are hastily replaced The carnage disfigured Another waste...
Flowing crusts The corpse is totally rotten to the The miserable, stiff I with my saw...
The are stitched, I shabbily try to repair Disintegrating histolycis and everyday wear and tear...
"Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, ripped and Eructated are gurgling as they bleed Congested pus, blood and gore Tissue corrodes as gnaws..."
The table I now wipe, sponge and clean Washing away the of life, the slab now gleams...
The evaporating reek of putrefaction right up my nose Carnage, chunks and leftover in the bin I dispose...
Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - mutation...