forensic clinicism / the sanguine article

Singer:carcass

salutiferous exaltation

through fusty spatterings i sift

cauterizing proud flesh

pyogenic cortex i just yearn to rip

with impalpable

cathartic tools

dilapidated lusts i gratify

cold premediated surgery

in my calculated surgery i hold your fragile life. pultacious. pugnacious. pernicious. acro-idiopathic. artificially concussed

excavating to your gastric core

patulous

deep wounds

cascading and crimson as i explore

master at my bloody art

i like to carve sculpture and maim

mounted on the freezer's geurney

you're exhibited until you enter into decay. pultacious. pugnacious. delicious. gastric-idiopathology. welcome to my theatre

the stage upon which i act

turning into a sumptuous perfomance

heiniously i hew and gash

churning out a deep gulch

the incision a major nick

a quick toke of nitrous oxide is how i get my kicks. expurgating healthy tissue

opulent flesh i slit

costate cuts expunged as the patient i now fillet

malpractising and mussing

carnage hyperventilates

self placebonic

the only is operate. the recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade

your precordium i brutally plunder - whilst you're put under

exanguinating - you're totally parched

exenterating - removing body parts

wholly abraded - surgically maimed

decortication - medically slain

contaminating

infacting

how i love to cough and sneeze

on the carneous culture

to cause bacteria to breed

anaesthetised

paralysed

a clinical stupor is induced

with callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced. i extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket

a quick flick of my wrist - and i'll be struck off the list

exanguinating - straigh from the heart

exenterating - with my lancet so sharp

anatomically - my surgery maims

decortication - by the clinically deranged

gross misconduct

i make the choicest cuts

text book stabs

written on your tag. wheeled away after a medical mishap

in a polythene bag your body is now wrapped. the acute wound now sealed up

the picture of ill-health

you're a bit cut up.