Gorging On Blood And Secretions

The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disemboweled

Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess
A liquid runs from the eyes
I delight in these secretions
Pus mixed with blood
I have to crush the cranium
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour
It makes me feel real
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...