Fingering The Meat Grinder

Spewing entrails (opened torso lacerated)
Eyes still open, (fully conscious autopsy)
Grinding fingers, (to remove the evidence.)
Pulling your teeth, (who you were will die with me)

Your feet are severed and ground down into stumps draining human fluid
To preserve your useless existence your stumps are placed in salt
The terror that shrieks from you is haunting
Skin is then removed from your already abused genitals

Slowly your screams turn to silence
You want it to end but we have just begun
There are far worse things than death
You will experience them all, for I am the Devil
There is work to be done, whether you stay with me or not
You are just a carcass I will redesign