Decompose
Visceral clotting the filth of dissection
Observing the waste beneath the flesh
Unable to exist without the hierarchy
Of being an eternal specimen
Nothingness is the only reality
Feared by all humanity
Memories forgotten
Bound to faith
By the horror
That our lives
Will come to and end
Those weak are the next to be patients
Of cerebral dissection
Agony of a false reality