Psychopathologist

Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumors of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It’s fun being a pathologist slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses
I get high sniffing on all the fumes

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mold and the gore remind me of that you’re rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful color of your decomposing brain