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