Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous
decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate
I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid
remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing
up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on
all the fumes
[Solo: Inquisitive Brutality]
The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore
remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing
brain