Vitrescent nebulous eyes is the first what caught in the head lamps light
My eye stops on a short coroner’s note “Accidentally taking approx. 45 mg of strychnine”
Kids like white powders
Soon they will prepare you to be placed in your puny coffin
They'll write a few mawkish platitudes on the tombstone
But first I have to do a few incisions
Don’t you worry little b(rat), you’ll feel rather nothing
I’m stealing the tangibles of the dead
Those organs could be sold
Some will be appropriate for my personal pleasures, or a dish from the liver
A gurney wheeling a safeguarded cadaver
Another riddle to be solved
I mark the course of incisions with a inker
Choice cuts must be clean and prudent for them to not notice
I could lose my license for what I do
The dull glow of the fluorescent light luminate the dissected larynx
Rigor mortis preserved the tonic spasm quite perfectly
Application of barbitalum was no use, trachea tightened too quickly
Resected xiphoid, itsy bruised lungs, racemes of bronchial I pop for fun
Diced arteries are adorned with clots
Separated tendons unleashing the organs
Delitescent autopsy of a peritoneal cavity
Diminutive torso flows with treasures
Gallons of blood secreted from the deceased
Muscles becomes flaccid
Empty veins I filled with liquid nitrogen
Artistic visage
Singular cut through gunwale, trifle exsiccatae bolus prolapse
Losing organs on a pathological arbor, you must be stitched and clean
For the traces of my ventures shall be clandestine
Internal offal packed in ice
I took the bite of a spleen for digestive biopsy
Interior is filling up with styrofoam
(solo: “Bittersweet liposuction”)
For body to transfigure into a plastic hybrid
Incisions sew together, the last apertures I filling with wax
Concoction of loam and embalming fluid to get your ideal weight
Nobody will notice you are hollow inside
Posthumously drowned in formaldehyde
A limp puppet shall become object of miserable lamentations
Neatly packed into salt-filled box
You’re fucking dead!