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,br> 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 rotting flesh,br> 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 sets in