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Siphon the fluid from your rotting husk

From blackened veins into the tubes, entrust

Through the trocar, the gurgling juices flush

A noxious concoct of post-mortal sludge

Drain out the rancid ichor

My stomach turning sicker

Exsanguinated shell

Emits a fetid smell

Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color

Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor

Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color

Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, drained of color

Boil, toil, and trouble borne on the putrid air

The sloshing solution, now too much to bear

Chyme and offal expurgated

So deftly desiccated

A gross and ghastly sight

From blue, to gray, to white

Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color

Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor

Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color

Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, deathly dolor, drained of color

Clotted serum coagulates

Your wasted body deteriorates

The wretched fetor nauseates

Onto the slab, I regurgitate

Chyme, grume, and vomit stain the cold, tile floor

A wretched impression left of stinking fore

What's left but the spume and spatter

And bits of putrid matter

The stains of your remains

Are now flushed down the drain

Bled dry of vim and vigor, drained of color

Coursing like a viscous river, ghastly pallor

Tapping veins with morbid rigor, drained of color

Fluids vacate your hollowed figure, deathly dolor, drained of color