Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh

Crumbling tissue - nothing left

Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation

Smouldering decay of defecation



Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay

Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey



See the corpse, smell the rot

Rigor mortis sets in like a frost

Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess

The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh



See the corpse, smell the warmth

As its cold, grey insides fester and burn

The guts may melt, but the torso remains

As the jellified innards turn into methane