Your
pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots
Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box
I gouge into the chest’s cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey
Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
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