Fermenting Innards

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