What the old man don't know,
What his eyes yet have seen.
My sordid transpirings
Well into each eve.
While I'm paid so handsomely,
I would work here for free.
I stitch tight each orifice,
Once blessed with my seed.
The lonely deceased!
Cryptic sewn mouthed their secrets.
Shameful their silence
Dragged down to the grave.
What happens on the slab,
Dies in this morgue with me.
In these four walls,
My grisly playground.
Where none rest in peace!
No words have been spoken,
No reprimand said.
Concealing so carefully
My lust for the dead.
Their insides are glistening,
Curiosities fed.
Forensically frolicking
While God is in bed.
Have I gone mad?
Gruesome kingdom so lurid,
Hidden so convincingly.
They'd have my head!
Morbid morgue of malpractice,
I envy each death!
Are they finally free?
This flesh of ours,
An earthly cage key.
Six feet down in a grave!
What harms been done!
The breathless have
Not any inhibition.
Haunted in dreams of their
Dead faces come to life!
Death is my business
Work diligently.
A forte I've taken
All too seriously.
I'm swift with the trocar,
I scalpel with glee.
Besides I like fucking them,
A small perk for me.
The morgue is my sick whorehouse,
Their bodies favourites toys.
Anointing them with ejaculate,
All the good little girls and boys.
They'd call me mad,
Sickly lifeless devotion.
Their blood and their
Innocence drained.
What's left unsaid,
Guilted damnening sentence.
If there is a God,
Down in Hell's where I'll be.
This flesh of ours,
An earthly cage key.
Six feet down in a grave!
What crimes been done!
The speechless won't
Contest this violation.
Cold dolls of skin!
Mounting the slab
Thrusting myself deep within.
Though frowned upon,
The company policy: termination!
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