Medical Waste
Raise the Stakes [solo: "Full-Body Piercing" by A.S. LaBarre] An aceldama littered with corpses, withered Cerebrum spills from heads hacked in twain Incarnadine shower across land scoured Quenching the sod, the blood of the slain Battles we've fought and conquests we've wrought In wholesale slaughter, embroiled Harvesting dead for our dinner spread To the victors, the fruit of the spoiled A quartet of gorelords, reigning in blood Sweetmeats are ablated in a sanguine flood Survivors of the melee are illaqueated Deigned as pabulation, impinguated Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled Flagitations have all failed Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled Tapered pikes piercing entrails Trodding down a path, beset on each side By the ganched and their horrisonant cries Astride cacuminated poles, they point the way To an arescent feast celebrating victory Heartily whiff a myriad of stenches Putrescine platters brought forth by wenches Cruor bullion, the soup du jour Into tankards, claret is poured Crapulous carousing, the de rigueur Dehiscent lungs bellow gargled parlance Supplying ambience Caitiff factions sullied our names Beseiging their lands, we staked our claims With their progeny dead and women caught Now the impaled shall rot Culled from a paladin's remains The redolant guts of peditastellus slain Culinary skills are put to the test For a seven corpse meal we can't wait to ingest From on high, the beleagured cry of suffering Stuck like pigs on acicular sticks, uncontrolled blubbering Atop gavelocks, punctured gralloch haemorrhage, therein Their final view of this motley crew eating finewed kin [solo: "Slow Death" by S.C. McGrath] Sean, rip off their flesh Ross, bring me a glass of blood Raul, prepare to make carcass stew Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled No body left unnassailed Raise the stakes, leave them all impaled These life times we have curtailed Gullets full of tripe harvested from foes Through haughty engorgement, their flesh we have disposed Skeletons lanced and left dangling in the air Of our wrathful scourge, a grave reminder
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
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Parasitic worm buried in a womb Another being born for our abuses To serve mankind, it need not grow up When inherently it has such nutritional uses Graven goulash, make it posh Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d' Gutted entrails brewing... choice cuts Ruptured pustules spewing Immature giblet pudding... choice cuts Infanticidal cooking I'm the ghoul of the culinary profession Preparing this toddler for a meal Served up with ghastly garnishes A lividinous glaze congeals Making use of my recipe selection A myriad of ways to do the infant Each dish stirring up my appetite To engage in abortive devourement Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection A gas powered stove my crematory The fridge acts as the juvenile's morgue In a kitchen so bloody and gory The body carbonizes in my oven The stuffing held in by sutures Ingredients from an embrionic sac The act of an obstetrical butcher Repeatedly basted in menstruation Endometrium set aside for a toast The once smoothe skin now crackles and burns This will surely stunt its growth Graven goulash, make it posh Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d' (solo: "The Other White Meat" by A.S. LaBarre) Prone on the dining room table The babe is subjected to my fork As I consume the first helpings I delight in my toil and work I clean my plate of all its dressings Grazing on all the putrid gore Merely whetting my taste buds I am disposed to fix up some more Candle-light flickers off my best china The silver's been polished to a gleam Despite masticating post-martem abortions I'm more civilized than it may seem Graven goulash, make it posh Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d'
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
- Moderate Rock! Mayday every day, in my heart. Could've had a heart attack, in my heart. We don't know anything, in my heart. We all want something fair, in my heart. Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyy! Out of town, out of sight, is my heart. Queen of lies, everyday, in my heart. My heart, one more on the phone, my heart. One more at the phone, at my heart Hey! Hey! Heyyyyyyyyyyy! Mean heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart Cold heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart! Uhhhhhhh!
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 08, 2025
Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed Science my crime, medicine I confess Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work For in the coronal plane is where I would lurk Forced underground, six feet deep is precise A labour for knowledge by my own device Maggots and worms my constant companions Pillaging crypts and defiling their coffins Archaic alchemists must be put to rest Notions of prima matter I'll test When the casket's exhumed and I've broken the seal It's surely just flesh and blood I'll reveal A nidorous air pervades through my lab A noxious bi-product of the stiff on the slab I meticulously sketch the skins contours and grains Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins Methodical excision to lay bare the bones For understanding of anatomical unknowns Though necrosis makes the facts harder to confer I'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer Slicing through mortal shells Discerning the secrets they tell Engaged in necrology Gross anatomy Surgery on fresh human corpses A putrid employ to read what the gore says Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they claim Negating all their spiritual discourses (solo: "Quæ Prosunt Omnibus Artibus" by S.C. McGrath) Retractors split open the chest cavity Ocular scopes provide a glimpse into humanity... Inhumanity Excavations are clear There is no soul here (solo: "Tales From The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre) (solo: "The Vitruvian Man" by S.C. McGrath) (solo: "Encyclopædia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre) A labyrinth of nerves and muscles explored Their designs in my necronomicon are stored Spinal tendrils extend through all planes Cognition lies not in the heart but the brain Visceral gears are each recorded and weighed A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem We are all nothing but organic machines Slicing through mortal shells Discerning the secrets they tell Engaged in necrology Gross anatomy
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
The life-giving ichor streaming through my veins A curse from which I deign to be released For your obsession is one I cannot satisfy The frigid touch of the recently deceased Occupied at the morgue, exsanguinating husks Man-handling a corpse, I uncovered my desire I can only be gratified by working stiffs For me to climax, your life must expire To be or not to be, is that the question? I long to see you with a death-white complexion Expunge my innards and commit mortal sin You must flay your skin to bear what's within An irrevocable decision, my suicide I long to rummage through your insides A borderline fetish that in life can’t be tried My ecstatic release is for what you will have died Release your offal in a sanguineous tide Prostrate fornent instruments of destruction A slit in the crotch and a blade is cached in The arterial spray and rivulets of gore My gonads expelled, the pangs like a virgin Avulsed intestines are meretriciously discarded Harvesting kidneys, you comport as your reaper Incised and excised, you bleed for me Excavating your torso, you go deeper and deeper An incision to the abdomen to justify my love With entrails exposed, I'll find you a cut above I want to hold your hand when my fingers are degloved Express yourself by showing what you're made of After hacking genitalia I see I am sterile Convulse and regurgitate to sample your own bile Diced liver and stomach, so normally reviled Are on the sheets so lovingly compiled The beauty of a fibrillating heart Until death do we part No union as strong as this Your (my) fate is sealed with a kiss There lies such sexual bliss In articulo mortis Chopped to the bone, your flesh is rent Tissues morbid, bodily fluids are spent Human infarction, bloody eruption Exfoliating dermis, self-inflicted dissection I espy a ray of light as my life ebbs away I enter into the abominable display My heart on my sleeve, sheets, and negligee I cherish this final auto-da-fe Having reached the end of my life’s breadth I'll delve into your organs and explore your depth Orgasm as I exhale my last breath We have cum to consummate this death The beauty of a fibrillating heart Until death do we part From this mortal coil depart
Submitted by MetalElf — Mar 26, 2026
Exhumed, debauched and consumed My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity A lover you have found, six feet down Licking from my skin the moist lividity Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire My fouled viscera are what you admire An unholy union on a funeral pyre A caseated carcass really lights your fire A sickening treat under the sheets The rigor mortis of love can be hard And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard A glistening liver and ensanguined gut The erotic intestines of this grumous mound Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut Turn you on as my omentum you pound Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled Laid in a repose with a grisly smile Used and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled Back to the grave I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum Back to the grave Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues Back to the grave We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go Back to the grave Once you needed me But now you'll go solo (solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath) Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress The object of my dissection, a fœtid mate at best Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest (solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte) Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss Sanguine amour Dead meat to crave Putrid carcass Cannot be saved Back to the grave Supple white flesh, bleached with death Masturbate on my maggot eaten face The cold touch of the dead (it has been said) Can inspire a necromantic craze You partook in love and human remains With my disinterred body you were chuffed But as I fall to pieces near the end My rottenness will force a break-up Sever my skull and I'll give you head About your boudoir my limbs are spread But with your hunger for death now fed This relationship is dead I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled Back to the grave I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum Back to the grave Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues Back to the grave We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
A new coprophage, by pedung I am plagued Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife Soon to be undone by my own dung The first day of the rest of my life Swimming in refuse and imbibing the cess Overwhelmed by sewage and sickly excess Nostrils rebuked by an olfactory assault Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt Uvula encrusted with night-soil Crepitous taste Treading stool, exhausted by the toil Trachea burdened with occidentals To the brim with waste My sphincter has proven wholly detrimental A new coprophage, by pedung I am plagued Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife I find I am undone by my own dung The last day of the rest of my life Unable to endure excreta and manure Trapped in this toilet Can longer withstand my bowel remnants Mouth is full of shit Drowning in post-intestinal sludge Receiving my just desserts in rectal fudge Serendipitously succumb to the vast amounts of bung The turds on the tip of my tongue Fæces slither down my oesophageal tract Left in extremis, I'm resigned to the fact Offspring of my arse, liquescent bloody shites Inhumed in my own dreck, a human coprolite
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 06, 2026
The life-giving ichor streaming through my veins A curse from which I deign to be released For your obsession is one I cannot satisfy The frigid touch of the recently deceased Occupied at the morgue, exsanguinating husks Man-handling a corpse, I uncovered my desire I can only be gratified by working stiffs For me to climax, your life must expire To be or not to be, is that the question? I long to see you with a death-white complexion Expunge my innards and commit mortal sin You must flay your skin to bear what's within An irrevocable decision, my suicide I long to rummage through your insides A borderline fetish that in life can’t be tried My ecstatic release is for what you will have died Release your offal in a sanguineous tide Prostrate fornent instruments of destruction A slit in the crotch and a blade is cached in The arterial spray and rivulets of gore My gonads expelled, the pangs like a virgin Avulsed intestines are meretriciously discarded Harvesting kidneys, you comport as your reaper Incised and excised, you bleed for me Excavating your torso, you go deeper and deeper An incision to the abdomen to justify my love With entrails exposed, I'll find you a cut above I want to hold your hand when my fingers are degloved Express yourself by showing what you're made of After hacking genitalia I see I am sterile Convulse and regurgitate to sample your own bile Diced liver and stomach, so normally reviled Are on the sheets so lovingly compiled The beauty of a fibrillating heart Until death do we part No union as strong as this Your (my) fate is sealed with a kiss There lies such sexual bliss In articulo mortis Chopped to the bone, your flesh is rent Tissues morbid, bodily fluids are spent Human infarction, bloody eruption Exfoliating dermis, self-inflicted dissection I espy a ray of light as my life ebbs away I enter into the abominable display My heart on my sleeve, sheets, and negligee I cherish this final auto-da-fe Having reached the end of my life’s breadth I'll delve into your organs and explore your depth Orgasm as I exhale my last breath We have cum to consummate this death The beauty of a fibrillating heart Until death do we part From this mortal coil depart
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 06, 2026
Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned Transposed... and decomposed On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements scripted for the dead... Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below In harmony with the deceased My inspiration...your disintegration For my latest masterpiece My scope creeps your flesh... Notes seep from sinewy frets... But don't hold your breath As you wait for your god or the void Or the abyss of nothingness Your usefulness isn't through Your productivity I resume... My sorbid, soiled handicrafts Will be your afterlife's handicap... ...My corrupt crescendos... ...Will leave you out on a limbo... ...Your disposition I unleash... ...You will rest in my piece... With deadly dynamics You're dead, buried and barred Your remains dampened and fingered Your mortal coil is barbed The death-bells are peeling Ringing out as you flake Shrieking out their recitals A celebration of your wake... Enter my funereality My world two metres under A curious habitat Your muddy trench I plunder Pass on to ethereality Churned out under the sextant's blade You live your life in wretchedness And death is no escape...
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 08, 2025
I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love And the cadaver I carry will be mine My lover and I are pathetic Fellating the bones of the dead Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses Sodomizing the worm eaten head... We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, By the sanguine stench of the deaceased We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... Jars of preservation fluids Inhale the nauseating fumes On the wall decaying purulent corpses Putrefying in my room... I feel the clots on my face and skin The carnage of the violently expelled Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff Explose with carnal joy among the entrails Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death My inhibitions existing no more French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath Making love to the cadaverous whore We are psychotic, my lover and I Only the sick couls share our delight We take turns mounting the detestable stiff Our moans continue through out the night... The jellified skin running through my hands The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love The love a corpse cannot give too much... I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... I work for the streetcleaner And though it's never been said It's fun to be paid To dispose of the recently dead The insane lust of the necrophile A bizarre emotion that cannot be described The thrill of violence and its horrible result Creates an urge from which our sickness derives Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight To quench our desires, it's what we must do Beware if you drive on the highway tonight The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 08, 2025