Internal Decay کے بول

Lying on a bed, tragically Ridden with a plague, inside of me My stomach is decaying rapidly Slowly I will die, not up to me My body's rotting internally Doomed to die abnormally Tasting blood in my mouth, blood-curdling death without a doubt Manifestation, decaying flesh Ulcers of pus, break and gush Surgeon's knife, inserted clean Internal decay, aint no dream Cancered organs exposed, spill out Surgeon's instruments probe, I shout They cut out bile and gore, with no shame I'm lying on my back, in terrible pain Feeling rubber-gloves intruding me Cutting rot flesh, removing all the rot and bloody guts Absorbing all the pus The rest of me's ablaze through ablation Abysmal torture Acrid smells of death and vomit Festering carnage My mind writhes in this necropsy The surgeon's blade My body's become a mangled mess The slaughter's made Decapitation of what I once had Amputation My only hope is to die soon Death now sets in