Masochistic Copromania

The sterilized scalpel glistens in the light
 Plasma issues forth as it
 Plunges into my skin
 Slicing the meat
 I gleefully smile
 Covering my body
 With carefully made incisions
 The epidermis snaps back to make way for a gaping hole
 Osseous tissue revealed as sanguinary fluid flows
 My stomach painfully contracts as I regurgitate
 Glazing my exposed dermis with acidic vomitate
 Defecation in hand
 Clutching moist feces
 Stuffing the shit
 In my freshly made slits
 Splashing about, basted in blood
 Avulsed flesh drips
 From my lacerations
 My fetish is fed, to skillfully rend
 Sublime pain
 Masochistic satisfaction
 Blood drenched stool lines my wounds
 The odor of decaying discharge looms
 The fecalith acts as my suture,
 My cuts erupt in gangrenous sores