Carnal Epitaph

I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil
 In scarlet upon your back
 I gnarled in code with dreadful toil
 A parting verse so black...
 Ivory skin streched out before me
 In frozen fields of pallid grace
 Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me
 From out of your jaundiced face
 Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
 Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
 Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume
 Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
 A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
 The time has come to mince more than words
 Parting words don't often cut this deep
 Engraved on your back, the secrets we'll keep
 Though you'll never read these empty words
 Upon the slab you lie so still
 They don't cut as deep as you deserve
 Poetic licence to hack, maim, and kill...
 The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains
 Were both my parchment and my muse
 Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines
 As best I could well manage
 I cruelly carved out these designs
 What words are worth in tissue damage...
 Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
 Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
 Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume
 Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
 A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
 The time has come to mince more than words
 Parting words don't often cut this deep
 Engraved on your back, the secrets we'll keep...