Verdigrrave - Five Stages of Suppuration

Subject presented with livor mortis along posterior surface… I document not the soul, but the soft collapse of identity. This is the rotclock ticking. And it always starts from within. ⸻ Lysosomes rupture like suicide bombs Digestive enzymes gnaw through calm Pancreas bursts with saccharine bile Stomach leaks into the throat in vile Skin turns marble, blue and grey Blood congeals in veins of clay Corneas cloud with milky haze Gums slip back in rictus praise Autolysis — womb of ruin Cell walls tear, no longer human Fluid pools behind the spine Death begins from deep inside ⸻ ⸻ Methane cult inside the gut Bladder swells, the bowels erupt Eyes balloon, then burst with grease Tongue swells thick like a butchered beast Skin stretched tight, a gas-packed drum Flesh bubbles green, the nipples run Testicles distend in pusful sack Bursting like grapes — no turning back Swollen altar, ruptured womb! Bloat the prophet, spill the tomb! Organs scream through stretching seams And fart out sanctified disease ⸻ ⸻ Liquefaction floods the bed Cadaver syrup: brown and red Jaw detaches, the teeth slide out Nose collapses, skull peeks out Maggots churn in optic caves Neck tendons snap — like rotted lathes Flesh sloughs off in hanging sheaves As flies lay eggs beneath the knees Tongue turned pudding, anus split, Intestines spill like festering shit The body speaks in bubbling tone A language born of gas and bone Active rot, divine release! Feed the beetles, purge the priest! Let the dermis slop like stew, The death parade is marching through! ⸻ ⸻ Tissues thin like sun-dried meat Face dissolves beneath the heat Hands deflate like punctured gloves A hollow hymn for flesh that was Brain liquefied in skullcap bowl Hair detaches in patches whole Cadaver mesh, cartilage web A couch of rot, a fluid bed Collapse the shrine, dissolve the sin The soul was meat, now caves within No shape, no scream, just fungal gleam, Decay devours the final dream ⸻ ⸻ Tendons dry, the maggots leave Ants march through the ribcage grieve No scent remains — just silence loud A skeleton slumped like a broken shroud Tooth enamel still holds the stain Of breath once warm, now flushed down drain Identity peeled… …and catalogued in rot. ⸻ ⸻ Time of death: irrelevant. You are compost now.