The sterilized scalpel glistens in the light, Plasma issues forth as it  plunges into my skin, Slicing the meat, I gleefully smile, Covering my body  with carefully made incisions... The epidermis snaps back to make way for a  gaping hole, Osseous tissue revealed as sanguinary fluid flows, My stomach  painfully contracts as I regurgitate, Glazing my exposed dermis with acidic  vomitate... Defecation in hand, Clutching moist feces, Stuffing the shit, In  my freshly made slits... Splashing about, basted in blood, Avulsed flesh drips  from my lacerations, My fetish is fed, to skillfully rend, Sublime pain,  masochistic satisfaction... Blood drenched stool lines my wounds, The odor of  decaying discharge looms, The fecalith acts as my suture, My cuts erupt in  gangrenous sores...