Paroles: Cattle Decapitation. Writhe In Putressence.

This is the way your life ends?On a slab in my basement
Perplexed by your loss of limbs
And wondering where your face went
Inside my den
Random pieces of corpses hanging
Traces of boodshed and musculomanglings
Osseous tissue, carpals and phalanges
A reek so dense
The steam that emanates from your breath
Is evident
Of condensed pheremones excreted by death
Post mortal flatulations
Tissue gas from fermentation
Decrepit-corpus-exhalations
Writhing in putressence

Oh, the agony?Your lover caged atop my stove
Helplessly observing
Your dismemberment
Inhaling the fumes of human methane

With heat on high
Simmering and cooked alive

Life is hard as an anthropophage in such conditions as this?
After infection sets in
Intact homeostasis by saline and plasma
Spastically writhing in putridity

Carefully placed slabs of concrete become a vice
Organs and fluid exit your mouth and eyes
A complete peristalsis of the systems
Mucosal throbbing of every pleura
Venous, serous, menstrual-basted in pus
In blood and pus we writhe