I feel my coming death

Cutting me inside

To taste my own blood

I know my destiny is decomposition

Death is slow and painful - to agonize

It makes me suffer with my putrifying

Organs

Embalmed inside to the coffin I wait for

Dissection

Autopsy - Pulling off my eyes and

Removing the intestines

A putrid vomit spouts from my mouth

Remains of a living - dead

I prepare my own grave with a

Grotesque feeling

Death is slow and painful - to agonize

It makes me suffer with my putrifying

Organs

Tearing my liver like a blade!!!

Worms devour my flesh

I'm dying little by little

Each sound is a torment

My soul has gone to hell