Bloodied, torn and 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 technician The go straight to my head... The now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, and gore Congealing on the floor Grotesquely As the cavities I sever... Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I Slicing back flesh I tear, to malacia... "Advanced rigor mortis, the internally bruised livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and The pulped, with cranial collapse..." embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the I unwrap... with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste Spread-eagled mess, I hastily eviscerate... Advanced Pyathrosis - let be rot (fun in the morgue) autodigestion - necrotic mutation... The gaping chest is stitched up organs are hastily replaced The carnage totally pathological waste... Flowing crusts The is totally rotten to the core The miserable, festering I with my saw... The wounds are stitched, I try to repair Disintegrating with histolycis and everyday and tear... "Cadaveric dissolution, sliced, and deceased Eructated gases are gurgling as they Congested pus, blood and autodigested Tissue corrodes as gnaws..." The table I now wipe, sponge and clean away the remains of life, the slab now gleams... The evaporating reek of putrefaction right up my nose Carnage, chunks and pieces in the bin I dispose... pyathrosis - let there be rot (fun in the morgue) Foul - necrotic mutation...