Flesh Parade

Blood and plasma
pool on the ground
insides twisting
hanging and strung about
incredible gore
meat festival before your eyes
nausea engulfs yourself
boneless corpses overbloat
what youve seen
youll never tell
youll be next to go

youre dying before death
visualising your body
torn like the rest

blood soaked and confused
witnessing bodies cut in two
intestines looped from the ceiling
blood flows from
the flesh their peeling
clots of blood hang from the blades
welcome to the flesh parade