Gorenography

Latent images in solutions submerged
 A gallery of gore for posterity preserved
 Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest
 Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death
 A recremental work of art
 Artuated straight from the heart
 Your destiny is black and white
 A grisly study in still life
 A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave
 The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days
 Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead
 An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads
 Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot
 Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot
 Veristic works of art are developed and displayed
 Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate
 On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil
 For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil
 An axunge prepared to grease the gears
 Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears
 Cohesive structure is what you lack
 A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks
 Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour
 Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore
 Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set
 I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject
 Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura
 This document of death will be rather thorough
 My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph
 Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed
 Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin
 A gruesome reminder of your untimely end
 A test sheet is used for the final cut
 Through trial and error I make my decision
 The template enlarged to a grainy print
 This excoriated exhibit, my final revision
 (solo: "Welcome to the Bone Room" by L.d. Muerte)
 (solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath)
 Artistic license I must take
 Depleted bones I'm apt to break I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap
 Your casket occluded with residual scraps
 The harvest I find in a moldering crate
 A cadaverous curio with which I create