Drained of Color

Siphon the liquids from your rotting husk
From blackened veins into the tubes entrust
Through the trocar the gurgling juices flush
A noxious concoction of post-mortal sludge

Drain out the rancid ichor
My stomach turning sicker
Exsanguinated shell
Emits a fetid smell

Bled dry of vim and vigor
Drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river
Ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor
Drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure
Drained of color

Boil toil and trouble
Borne on the putrid air
The sloshing solution now
Too much to bear

Chyme and offal expurgated
So deftly desiccated
A gross and ghastly sight
From blue to gray to white

Bled dry of vim and vigor
Drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river
Ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor
Drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure
Deathly dolour, drained of color

Clotted serum, coagulates
Your wasted body, deteriorates
The wretched foetor, nauseates
Onto the slab I, regurgitate

Chyme, grume and vomit
Stain the cold tile floor
A wretched impression
Left of stinking fore

What’s left but spume and splatter
And bits of putrid matter
The stains of your remains
Are now flushed down the drain

Bled dry of vim and vigor
Drained of color
Coursing like a viscous river
Ghastly pallor
Tapping veins with morbid rigor
Drained of color
Fluids vacate your hollowed figure
Deathly dolour, drained of color