Siphon the fluid from your rotting husk
From blackened veins into the tubes, entrust
Through the trocar, the gurgling juices flush
A noxious concoct of post-mortal sludge
Drain out the rancid ichor
My stomach turning sicker
Exsanguinated shell
Emits a fetid smell
Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, drained of color
Boil, toil, and trouble borne on the putrid air
The sloshing solution, now too much to bear
Chyme and offal expurgated
So deftly desiccated
A gross and ghastly sight
From blue, to gray, to white
Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, deathly dolor, drained of color
Clotted serum coagulates
Your wasted body deteriorates
The wretched fetor nauseates
Onto the slab, I regurgitate
Chyme, grume, and vomit stain the cold, tile floor
A wretched impression left of stinking fore
What's left but the spume and spatter
And bits of putrid matter
The stains of your remains
Are now flushed down the drain
Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, deathly dolor, drained of color
