Empathological Necroticism

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