Blood Bath

Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe

Acquired for a blood bath

In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying

A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking

With reams of ichor and surplus of fæ ces the dead are so giving

A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of

The living

My skin sullied with the filth of life

Vomit of my pores with which I am rife

In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive

Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive

Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather

Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme the cleanser I have gathered

Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub

Soaking in the dead skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub

A cauldron teeming with wasted corse

This mortal soiled with pus and remorse

Out out d**ned spot caught red handed blood stains so hard to clean

Arteries pumping crimson kelter veins to expunge and ream

A babe from the womb untimely ripped bereft of life it's squeezed and

Drained

Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamed

Basted organs

Sebacious glands

Cooked in a vat

For a blood bath

Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll

Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile

Scrub out my gullet with a pro septic wash that will

Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill

Post mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon

Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion

The necro emetic concoction effervescing with unctuous suds

Desoils me of my besmirched existence submerged in a basin of blood

Blood bath