Carcass

Bloodied, torn and twisted
Severe mutilation is all that remains
Stagnation 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 depleted 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 walls I puncture
Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia...
Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised
Kaleidoscopic 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...