The Dead Still Dead Remain

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Desiccated flesh I peruse Your vacuous form is devoid of all life Poetry in motions As yet another stiff goes under the knife Soaked in the fluids of the dead Mucous, blood, and pus Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush Melting organs degenerate into foam This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens Down the drain, your insides wash away A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean Incruental - exsanguinated husk Intubated - a trocar is thrust Incarnadine - with offal you'll erupt Your carcass I'll corrupt Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed Detumescence - in solidifying globs Devenustated - you've lost all your charm In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm Your evacuated torso is stuffed With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps Diarrhea is imbued with a smile With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile Inundated arteries now burst In festering excreta, immersed Your body is awash in disease When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess) The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest) The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs Exspiscating - my work didn't take Exundated - the sutures proceed to break Exspuition - the contents are purged Flesh and fæces are merged [solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath] Embalmed with septic mung Capillaries choked with dung A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral Abdomen is sunken in My fetid breath is laced with gin Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

[solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath] Pulling the morbid stiffs From the damp, sepulchral tomb Harvesting the rotten My vocation, to exhume Methanous tissues removed With procedures so emetic A sordid conflagration Your corpse is quite pathetic Dissecting body parts, disinhumed As my head starts to reel from the fumes Consuming the cadaverous chyme Sopped up from the crypt I morbidly dissect As jellified muscles are ripped Oozing thoracic pulp Is thoroughly molested Engorged with cankerous phlegm I've left you quite congested Grinding the dead into slaw As formaldehyde drips from my maw Committing your remains to the mud Eternally, you'll rot You're only flesh and blood Your remnants are boxed [solo: "One Foot in the Grave" by S.C. McGrath] Bones have been picked [solo: "Bottling Mellified Lumps of Lividous Preserves" by J.E. Kocol] Your carnage interred [solo: "Uglinous Erosion of Necrocellular Proteins" by S.C. McGrath] A botched, necrotic wreck [solo: "A Treasured Chest of Thoracic Booty" by J.E. Kocol]

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Impacted tissue is riddled with clots Morbidly studying your gross anatomy Perinium is sullied with moldering pus A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed Muscle tissue rips, my needle drips Proceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive jerk Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat Liquid offal gargles in your throat Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke Impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked Mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain Lactating pus Eructating guts Decorticated stiff I take another sniff Macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays Abdominal saliva is splattered from your anus Lathering my needle, your ignominious remains Easing the point into delicate flesh Declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabs Pus, from your veins, is tapped A bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodless Lancinated gore is sapped Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rot Decaying on the slab I take another stab [solo: "The Embalrmer's Épée" by J.E. Kocol] [solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C. McGrath] Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped Packed in a coffin full of salt An acrid scent seeps from the box Lye is applied as the earth is fed Ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite Dead

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Your ribcage is avulsed Mangled, chopped, and hewn Organ meats have been sundered And about your coffin strewn Latent germs deliquesce your guts Fermenting your simmering brine Upon this loathsome, steaming mass I'm predisposed to dine Dehydrated liver is quenched with grog In a gurgulating froth, dissolved In purulence ruptured, your bowel has turned septic Your innards are now devolved Intestines turn to slush Vitriolic mush Inebriating fumes, mind altering effluvium An intoxicating funeral binge on post-digestive chum Carbonated gastric stew Excreted, distilled, and imbibed A nidorous concoction fermented to proof The dead I tap, siphon, and grind [solo: "Dead Drunk" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Bacchanalian Ingurgitation and Ataxic Besmirching of Breeches" by J.E. Kocol [solo: "The Siphoning of Liquescent Dead Tissue for Use in the Fermentation of Grain Alchohol, and the Consumption Thereof" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "A Technicolor Death Rattle" by J.E. Kocol Spirits of the dead Sip the rotting head Repulsively imbued With necroholic brew

The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis Anal leakage ecstactically shed A stenching mass of post-bolal rot Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim Your diapers are filled to the brim Virgophrenic ass Through which the sludge is passed Colypeptic chyme It always hurts the first time Defecate, remove the dregs Terminal colorrhagia With an afterbirth of chyle Saponaceous foam To you lips, bring a smile [solo: "Astracted Expression of Meconium on a Canvas of Nappy" by J.E. Kocol Table manners lacking in grace Your fingers used to stuff your face Your breech still emitting rancorous poo Pour another bowl of butthole stew Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads Depuration of faegalical clots Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm Digested pablum disposed of with haste Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste Decontaminated, to try and make amends You're bound to fill your trousers again

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Mastication starts the process Transforms the food into bolus Deglutition of the ruffage Oesophageal stage Careening straight down my gullet Into my gut it will plummet Churning acids digest chyme Nutrients refined Escheria Coli wil act As a complex glucose tap But it's from the rectum I gain The excrement which flows like rain Our fæces who art in rectum Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung The filth invades my septum Hole(y) anus full of shit The turd is with me Blessed art thou coprophagist Messed is the fruit of thy feast Bowing to the porcelain god Plunge my face in the steaming mess Bobbing for stinky turds Septic waters filled with cess A smile crosses my sullied face Eagerly devouring my own waste My bowel movement I must praise The ordure fits my taste Ingest the scat, eat the mess Swallow the filth, engorge the cess An epiphany of divine waste The genesis of shit Analic hyms, mass for a mass My appetite is sick Covenant with chyme to create crap Exodus out my hole My prayers answered, I flush the altar Let my fæces go Our fæces who art in rectum Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung The filth invades my septum Hole(y) anus full of shit The turd is with me Blessed art thou coprophagist Messed is the fruit of thy feast

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

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 foetid mate at best Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest [solo: "Unhinged Melody" by J.E. Kocol 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 Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

[solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Ultimo Marcio Cannibale" by J.E. Kocol [solo: "Exfodiation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "A Grave à la Carte Leads to Expulsion of Sharts" by J.E. Kocol Wholly rotten, your body decayed Your husk a decomposing organic sewer Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced Into a fustular mass of fertile manure Liquid waste expelled With a nauseating smell Your innards have started to turn The stink makes my sinuses burn With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed Greedily binging on glistening turds As gristle and fat form globular curds Pulsating liver is violently excised Pureed, brewed, and mulled A gustatory treat for the mentally ill With which my senses are dulled Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued Infused with simmering gore Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten I'm quite a connoisseur A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly Post-mortem nutrimentof decomposing guts Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste A most refreshing aperitif The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull You're repulsively rotten beyond belief

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Latent images in solutions submerged A gallery of gore for posterity preserved Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death A recremental work of art Artuated straight from the heart Your destiny is black and white A grisly study in still life A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot Veristic works of art are developed and displayed Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil An axunge prepared to grease the gears Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears Cohesive structure is what you lack A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura This document of death will be rather thorough My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin A gruesome reminder of your untimely end A test sheet is used for the final cut Through trial and error I make my decision The template enlarged to a grainy print This excoriated exhibit, my final revision [solo: "A Bucket of Blood" by J.E. Kocol [solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath] Artistic license I must take Depleted bones I'm apt to break I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap Your casket occluded with residual scraps The harvest I find in a moldering crate A cadaverous curio with which I create

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

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 fæces, 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 damned 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

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025