Bloodied, torn and Severe mutilation is all that Stagnation in the contents onto the mortuary slab... The morbid, muted Is dissected, lacerated and Life is as a mortuary technician The fumes go to my head... The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal 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 walls I Slicing flesh I tear, subject to malacia... "Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the a shade of livid blue are stiffened, I now bend and crack The cerebrum pulped, cranial collapse..." embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap... Finished with the fragments, a of stinking waste Spread-eagled bloody mess, I eviscerate... Advanced - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul - necrotic mutation... The gaping chest is crudely up Internal organs are replaced The totally disfigured pathological waste... Flowing crusts The is totally rotten to the core The miserable, stiff I dismember my saw... The wounds are stitched, I shabbily try to Disintegrating with and everyday wear and tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased Eructated gases are gurgling as bleed Congested pus, blood and autodigested corrodes as aggression gnaws..." The mortuary table I now wipe, and clean away 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... pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul autodigestion - mutation...