the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots
Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box
I gouge into the chests cavity to rip out the intestines Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions I suck up the concoction and eat the decay With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey
Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess